.Chloe shakes her head and tells herself that she’s being a fool.By Friday, she’s exhausted. All she wants to do after school is go home and relax... She can’t avoid her daughters forever. They need to have a serious talk about what happened last week. Saturday morning seems like a good time for that.The house is quiet when she gets home. Chloe makes herself a tall gin and tonic. She takes a sip and instantly feels better.“Becca?” she calls out. “Emma? Are you home?”“Girls?” she says, glancing. The names are changed to protect identities just as previous parts. It is said ‘life is like a river that flows always changing.’ I’m not sure where that saying came from but, it reminds me that my story is about one man’s life with all the variations and is not about some pity request. I was going to leave this story alone, keeping it just about a single man’s strength of will and intent to raise his son in safety. This is a true story for the most part and, while about 90% of it is true there. Sybil told us, he has one and fucked her with it, when she shape-shifted into a pussy pillow for him. But we didn’t exactly believe her, until we saw your selfie. That convinced us.”“Convinced you, that I do have a humongous penis?”“Convinced us, the time was ripe for attack!”“What’s the objective? Why destroy EROS? Nothing makes any sense?”We have a concerted time co-ordinated attack on many fronts. Been planning this for many hundreds of years Preparations accruing in place bit by bit for. Only the slightest increase of fullness beneath her chin gave evidence of age, and then probably only to me. The upper vermilion her mouth now wrinkled when she talked. That too I found strangely appealing, pondering -always pondering- whether or not she would allow me to kiss those lips. And if and when she did, would it be as good as I had, oh so many years before, imagined it would be?There were times during our conversation when Phyllis would absentmindedly scratch the back of her neck as.