We might also see Aunt Laurie and Uncle Dave and their boys and families, but that wasn’t definite yet. I needed to get a large turkey and be prepar...d to serve a few people on paper plates as needed.Aunt Laurie and Uncle Dave did come, though my cousins only called to say hello. Otherwise, Thursday was a hectic mess, hectic and overstuffed. Mom came over in the morning to help Kelly with the turkey and Dad came over to help me with the Maker’s Mark. We were assigned chores as needed. It was a. You want me to bugger that guy over the table, don’t you? I’ll do it, but I want a hit first. I’m a bundle of nerves and I need to relax, or else I’ll never get it up,” Amos warned them, causing Maryam to pass him part of the leftover joint for a hit.Less stressed out, Amos noticed the camcorder and told Damien, “Wow, did you really fuck someone while recorded? Talk about risky!”Even so, Amos handled his resurfacing nerves by downing a beer very fast, taking another hit of the bong, and going. ?”“I won’t repeat it, Ken,” she answered. “But after hearing how angry she is, I wouldn’t feel safe with the two of them in the same apartment.”“Kimmy wouldn’t hurt me, Sherry.” Jenny’s voice came from against my body, sounding soft and hoarse. “You should know that.”“Jen, she was doing a good job of hurting Ken earlier tonight. I don’t want her turning on you, too. And she might, I’ve seen this sort of thing before.” Sherry sighed. “Maybe after I get her calmed down and after a little. He had found his Purpose in life. A Purpose he was good at it. And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in his hands. He carried her by the throat back through the door and down the rickety basement steps. Her fingers were digging into his hands, nails drawing bloody furrows, her bare feet were kicking at his legs. He didn’t feel it. All he felt was the pull of attraction to the knife. The pull to the power, the omnipotence of having control over.