"Stop it! What the fuck is all this about?!" It's about exactly what you see, baby sis."Melinda bit back the automatic rejoinder. "I don't have time f...r this, Heather," she said in a measured, if shaky, voice. "I have to free Mom."Heather glanced at the prison behind her, then turned towards it. "Oh, yes, I suppose you have even more to say to her."Melinda frowned. "What?" I guess I can't really hold a candle to her. You have so much hate for her."Melinda shook her head. "No, I don't. I-I gave. “Hope n...” “Oh you ... honestly - your brain is still in your cock,” she smiled, chewing and rolling her eyes. I imagined shagging Maureen, the bag of bones, the pasty parchment quality of her skin and total lack of humour – urghhh.Like a limpet this morning before we got up, I stuck to Thelma’s ample round buttocks, ramming her luscious cunt in classic doggy fashion, her favourite position, aiming to get the bad vibes from last night’s minor tiff out of both our minds, but the prime reason. To Us! She screamed and her face fell into her hands as she sobbed. I couldnt believe my father would do this to my mom! It honestly made no sense because my mother is a model compared to my aunt. You dont need him mom, and aunt Lucy is a tramp for doing that to you I declared and she said dont you talk that way about anyone Zack, even if they clearly deserve it! I want you to learn from this, dont ever treat a woman the way your father does, never giving them any time and seeking the comfort. A kindly grief-counselor helped me to understand that my mother needed more support than even the most loving son could provide. His questions about my family along with the memory of being the only family present at my mother's funeral left me bitter.When Irma came asking for a list of relatives and addresses for invitations there wasn't much I wanted to tell her. I didn't want to explain all of this, even to someone as close as Irma had become. I told her I had no close family and reasons for.