OK the next conversation was in Tagalog ... I am translating.Where are they?Who?Jake and Gel. (Gel is a nickname for Angeline.)They are shopping. Why?...'m supposed to be with all of you, right?Yes and you will be.Why do I need to talk with you?Huh?Well you're just the kid. It's your mom and Dad I need to meet.I see. Did Jake not explain to you that you will be with all of us?Yes, so?OK, I already didn't like her. I was ready to tell her to go home, but I don't think Jake would be happy with me. You valiantly attempted to bring me off,but just as you thought you had me on the brink of climax,I uttered a familiar phrase."Of course, you're still going to get a spanking."Your eyes widened in surprise as I withdrew my member fromyour mouth. A quick tug to a handful of damp hair drew youto your feet. Then over that hamper you went, bottom inthe breeze. The first painful swat landed followed by threedozen more, each leaving you squinting and squealing.I continued smacking your blazing cheeks. Incest, I decided at that moment, was just a word. An outmoded concept that had no relevance to us. Id had one semester of psychology, though I was actually very widely read in that field already, and I suspected Freud and his crowd would have all sorts of significant things to say about us, but that simply didnt interest me. It didnt mean anything. My sister and I might be unusual in our relationship, but that was all it was — unusual. If we had had two different sets of parents, we would have. Working them were thousands upon thousands of bushed prisoners, all sort of Beings, who had taken as close to a humanoid a form as they could transform to – that was only one of the Seventh Post’s two hundred and sixty sectors, smallest one at that.“Get in order, we don’t have all day!” The Elite ranked prisoner, a man of some kind of Being ... he had doted, black and orange skin, red quills for hair, large blue insect eyes and a mouth filled with long, thin pointy teeth. “Second realm this.