Oh well, several hours had passed since he was last wide-awake.Helen glanced down smiled at Bubba and said, "Hello my phallic fuckin' friend." Come on...in", I said, feeling somewhat like the spider talking to Little Miss Muffet. (Little did I know what designs Helen had on me. I should have, she was already talking dirty to me.)Moving quickly into my great room, Helen surveyed the place, nodded with satisfaction that I had managed to keep it moderately clean, (I hadn't spent much time there. Nothing negative had come about his forcible actions. The only change was the different way his mother treated him. She no longer looked upon him in mixed company, and when they shared a look, it had elements of hatred and contempt. Nor did she ever give him the usual good-night kiss or the regular hugs. In face, she went out of her way to avoid her son, almost as much has he did to avoid her.Tim didn't know exactly what to do about it.Sometime afterwards, Jerry and Tim sat on a low cement. I knew we'd need to protect our seedlings and couldn't be there 24x7 to shoot the critters so an alternative method was needed. I put a 'wanted' add in the local and Knoxville papers for fiberglass wands connecting sleeves in bulk. If I could find 'em I'd cover 'em in chicken wire and just drop 'em over the rows. I also planned to raise lots and lots of potatoes that season, so I wanted old tires to make potato hills with. I filed another add for the tires, six hundred of 'em. At three tires. Tom feels oddly off balance, now that he is so much more top heavy, and their breasts smash together as they tightly hug each other and kiss. “Good girl, now would you like to help us with our sacrifice” she indicates the donkey still waiting patiently in the corner. “You’re gonna kill it!” Tom says, in between kissing her neck and shoulders. “No, one of us was going to sacrifice ourselves to the goddess of nature. Believe it or not, we were about to.