“We have to be quiet,” Momma breathed in my ear, “just encase he wakes up.”I grinned. “Saw him take another bottle to bed, he won’t be get...ing out of it anytime soon.”She kissed my lips again and gave my dick a nice squeeze. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”Grace squirmed on my lap. “Did you Papa? Did you fuck Momma?”I held her tight and kissed her tender neck. “How do you think we made you, my little Christmas bunny.”Grace giggled as if I’d ticked her. “I was born on Christmas. Either the floor really was rocking, or I was, like, seriously messed up. No, it was rocking; I could see the flowers in the vase rock too. OK – if it's real rocking, then maybe this was a boat. I'd been on a boat before – walking was just a matter of timing your steps to the rocking.The small door behind me looked like a bathroom door, and it was. I didn't turn on the light – bathrooms have mirrors, and I desperately didn't want to see myself. I fumbled for the toilet seat, lifted it, undid my. He decided on a limited team of two at The Meadows during the day when workers were present, and six to eight guards circulating around the property and surrounding roads during the overnight hours. He also installed a series of security cameras and perimeter alarms in obvious and not so obvious places. All of it seemed like closing the barn door after the horses had left, but we did it any way.Elsa learned that Darwin backed up all their computers four times an hour to an offsite server, so. Birds of some sort weresinging outside the window, and the air smelled fresh and clean. The remnantsof his dream shivered and blew away as he sat up and stretched.He had been convinced he would never get to sleep that night, afteroversleeping so badly in the afternoon, but once he had stripped off andclimbed in between the soft sheets, oblivion had washed gently over himagain. It had to be the country air. Maybe he should send for a tank ofmonoxide, he thought. Just till he got acclimatised.He.