"That's it, you did it. You are a natural."Don said, "Oh, thank you, sir, you are a great eye doctor. Sooo smartbut you'd have to be to be a doctor.... I wish I had your smarts."The doctor felt his willy starting to expand at the compliments fromthis beauty. "Here, look in the mirror."Don looked and saw exactly the look he was going for. In the mirrorstood a ditzy, big breasted blue eyed blonde. "Perfect, hee hee," Donsaid doing his patented pretty clap while hopping slightly to make histits. Those were my choices. Be a homeless bum, begging for handouts, or be dead. It was a close call.My mom was trying to cheer me up the next day, but I wouldn't be cheered up. Should I be dead and alive – or just dead and dead?It was in between my drug shots to keep the pain down that I got an email from Cynthia.James,I am so happy to hear that you are alive, but devastated at your injuries.There were 17 dead and 41 injured in the explosion. Thanks to you, I was not hurt. I owe you my life, so I. My mother moved over and hugged me. She said it was no excuse to fuck her like that. She understood that a young man's body might not always be controlled and that we had never talked about this. She was hugged me, kissing my face, and caressing my back to calm me down. It was so much emotions that my mother started to cry too. We hugged and started to kiss. Not the peck on the cheek kind, but real passionate kissing like between two lovers.She pulled me closer and I was suddenly between her. “Of course, I completely understand! It’s an honor just to be humped by you, let alone have a Covenant with you, sire. A Magistrate of the Commonwealth, no less! Subject only to Leviathan, the Archons, the Commissars, and the Tribunals. Without you fellows, this land would be like my native country, enduring the worst of the Mayhem, lost in chaos and anarchy, full of torture, slaughter, rape, and plunder, dominated by warlords, factions, and worse. You’re the ones who brought law and order to.