She heard a voice. I wanna cum on your face! Shit, Zoe thought. That sounded like Mike and then she heard her mothers voice. Do it! Thats it. Cum on M...mmys face. What the fuck is going on, Zoe thought, and, hesitatingly, peered into the living room. There, next to the sofa, on her knees, naked, face covered with cum was her mother, Susan. Standing next to her, trousers round his ankles, cock hanging out was her brother, Michael. They had not noticed her. Wow, son, said Susan, laughing. You just. M-I-H-A-P?, Darissa began as people milled about like ants. M-I-H-A-P! People stared up at the giants confused. COME ON, PEOPLE! GET WITH THE PROGRAM! MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE? I HAVE A LOT TO SAY, SO I MAY USE TXT IM TO GET MY POINT ACROSS, the normally astute text-messaging titan pleaded. MY GIANT B-F-F'S ARE HERE FROM THE PLANT JUPITER ON A MISSION TO FIX THIS CITY'S MESSES. THE GOVERNMENT IS F-U-B-B AND PP ARE P-O'D. S0 LET ME...Darissa took a gasp of air as wave of desire took. It was a sharp, sad laugh, but it was still a laugh, one that I didn't understand."Fear," he said, matter-of-factly as he met my eyes. "Believe it or not, Rory--you scare the hell out of me." What?" I didn't understand this. Not coming from this giant man who could crush me if he wanted to."It's true," Eddie insisted. "I've been scared ever since I found out you existed. I was so afraid that you had this idea of who you thought I was; and that didn't change after I found out that you hadn't. It was 2009 and the recession was in full swing which meant Friday nights where not what they once were. The pubs, bars and clubs were not in good health. A lot had closed. Even the ones that we're open only played host to small crowds. It was the kinda place Bruce Springsteen likes to sing about.I stepped into a pub called the Marketplace It was one of the few that still looked good and had a bit of life in it. Cheesy dance music from my childhood played in the background. I ordered a beer at.