They were surprised to see that Amelia was there with Tom. Ameliacomplained openly about the two, "Fags" hanging around her son and demandedthat they ...et away from George. George told her, "Lovely to know that youhaven't changed in three and a half years. Still the same racist,homophobic, transphobic beast who let Penelope Clarence lead her around ona leash."Tom was about to strike him when George told him, "Do it. Hit me. Show whata big man you are by hitting a teenager." Amelia had to pull. There would be something to worry about if a young man never relieved himself like that." There was a silence. Aunt Celeste's eyes caught sight of my bedsheet. It was possibly streached a little too tight over my body. "Uh, well, Matt, it looks like I should really go take my shower now and leave you alone for a while." There was good reason for her observation. My cock was as steel hard as it had ever been and the bedsheet did little to conceal it's form. But still, she didn't get up to leave. Snaggly hair going six ways from Sunday, close set eyes, a long thin crooked nose and a pointy chin. "I'm not giving out anything," I hollered through the door."Excuse me, mister. I just moved in across the street. I'm afraid I locked myself out. Nobody is at home. Can I come in, please?"The house across the street was a revolving door. What was this, the third family in four years? I had maybe seen her once before about a week ago, and only from behind. She was getting out of her folks'. These are secretive people, after all. Or were, at least. When they still had to be. Hidden knowledge becomes known so easily. A bribe here, loose lips there. They wouldn't have survived if their plans could have gotten out so quickly. The truth......The truth is, well.... they simply didn't care. They didn't hide their plans because they feared they'd be caught. They didn't worry about keeping the secrets they had kept for centuries. Because they knew that, in the end, matters had gone beyond.