"She gave me a smile, "If we don't ask, it probably won't happen."Mother and I started cooking on Tuesday night. We made pumpkin pies, pecan pies, min...emeat pies, key lime pies, everything we could prepare and knew would keep a couple days.Bill, Father and I absconded with one of the pumpkin pies and covertly feasted in the back yard. We'd done it every year for the past fifteen years, so of course Mother knew exactly what had happened. She did her customary moaning about "losing" or. It troubled me some knowing she was a white woman and in a bad way with a half-breed son to raise and no respect from the Indian Agent and the whoring pair of Johnny Rebs under his direct control. I considered my options and decided to take the pair of them back with me to the Fort and set her up in a small apartment of her own working to sew and repair the men’s uniforms in dire need of a woman’s touch in mending. The boy could go to the small school inside the walls and stand a better chance. Again, Dad came through for us and set up the operation with all of the details spelled out in the contract.The first thing we did was to take a course in Arabic, spoken with a Lebanese accent. Yes, we knew that Arabic was not the first language of most countries of the Middle East, but everybody associated with ISIL spoke enough Arabic to communicate with everybody else in the organization. We also took a course in Islam so that we would not step on any religious toes. I was circumcised, so. “What do you mean by who I am?” They were tiring me out. I wasn’t lying to them and I just wanted to get out of their lives and move on with mine. “Do you always flip the question around when you don’t want to answer something?” Max asked softly. I closed my eyes in frustration. The words began to flow freely out of my mouth, “I’m not the same as you guys. I’m a succubus, which is why I disappeared on you the night at the club. Your friend Anthony here, decided it would be a good idea to track.