To my great dismay, Jenna was awake.“You’re home,” she said.“Duh.” I closed the door and took my time locking it in the hope she’d leave m... alone. She didn’t.“You shouldn’t be with someone for the sake of being with someone,” she said softly. “There should be more. You should know them. Trust them.”I turned around, my voice as cold as the rest of me.“And you’d be an expert on trust, right?”She blinked, clean, warm and angelic and I felt so impossibly inferior but I couldn’t show it. I made to. I parked the vehicle right where I received the kiss the other morning. Did all my thoughts stay with Angelina? They should have, but then I started puzzling about how to get people way up here so they could ski down.There was a hill off to the east that Ezra had named the "hogback" because that is what it resembled. Click! A year ago before I closed the junkyard I remembered that there was a small ski area that had been closed for years somewhere in southern Vermont. I was invited to bid on. Shadows surged around her, wiggling and writhing on the ground like angry snakes.I stared up at the faerie standing over me, her arms folded beneath her large, soft breasts. Nipple rings glittered as her tits rose and fell. She had purple eyes that almost glowed with an intensity, her pink hair billowing about her hard face. Butterfly-like wings spread wide behind her, the same hue as her hair trimmed in the same purple of her eyes.“You!” I growled, rolling to my feet, rising naked. The shadows. It was worse than that. The same legislation had confiscated guns from almost all honest citizens. Since gun ownership had now been criminalized, only criminals had guns.Carl knew that he couldn’t get a gun. But this pimp was in his 30s and he was fucking his 14 year old daughter. That was statutory rape! He would go to the cops and get this Nigger thrown in jail!Carl’s plan would have made sense before the election. But since the election many African Americans in the county had been elevated.