It may have been a dream, but her arousal was clearly very real. She looked over to the digital clock on her bedside table. It was 5:00 am. She sighed...as she laid her head back down on her pillow. It had taken her longer than usual to get asleep last night, as the thought of her children fucking swirled in her mind. Eventually she had managed to fall asleep but it seemed her perverted, arousing thoughts had followed her. She reached back down between her legs and pressed two fingers against her. Gath turned to Dealerman, who was sitting with his back to the barricade and his knees drawn up. His weapon sat on the ground next to him. So far, he had said nothing besides the original greeting.“Vicky?” Gath said, using Dealerman’s common name. “How you holding up?”“I got the slags,” he said, his voice low and miserable. “For the last twenty-four local now. Been through about six waste packs.”“Yeah,” Gath said. “I noticed your vitals were a little out of whack. You’re looking kind of. I think he knows that so has tried to spice it up a bit. Recently he has taken to whispering his fantasies in my ear when we are having sex. They revolve around me being taken by other men in various standard, and not so standard, situations. Sometimes whilst he is on top of me he will suggest I imagine I am being ravished by two black men, spit roasted, turned round and round, you know the sort of thing.Another is where we are at a club and a few young men separate me from him and start to. I'm going back to bed. I don't know if I'll sleep but at least I'll be with your father. He's been having a hard time staying asleep any length of time for the past few weeks and it seems to be getting worse."She stood up and Bev moved out of her way. "Oh, Shit," she said."What?" said Mom."We invited the people who bought my old place over for breakfast tomorrow." Let them come. We have to go on with life; we can't just give up. You girls will probably need to do most of the work, though." We.