This brings us to now while I am typing this story on my phone. I like to type out my thoughts. It helps me think better.I’m not dumb. Despite being...poor, I know things. Going to night school, I’ve learned a lot about human psychology, biology, among other subjects. My mom has a mental condition where if she isn’t sexually satisfied during the day, she will crave it during her sleep.Maybe that’s why my father used to keep her thoroughly satisfied. But now my father is no more, and my mom needs. It was her senior prom night and she came down those stairs dressed like a princess. Later when she came home very late she was more like a fallen angel, drunk out of her mind. Whoever brought her home just dumped her on our doorstep and legged it. It was down to me to get her upstairs and into bed before our parents woke up and see her in that state.Luckily for me she was quite light for I had to all but carry her up to her room."My dress," she giggled drunkenly. "Mustn't ruin my beautiful. The door opened and as the swirling evening heat filled the cabin the general, Koko and his officers entering. Koko gave her the slightest of nose-raised looks the general more of a commanding nod. But the two majors acted in reverence both saluting then lowering their eyes."See my soldiers," the general laughed taking a sip of wine as the helicopter began to taxi, "with such a queen blessed by our gods the rebels must know their time is over, that is why they call this meet."Rachael gave the. . .”“Eew! No! I would never do that either!”“. . . or let a boy come on my face. That would be so humiliating! The only reason a boy would ever want to do that would be to humiliate me. I could never be with a boy who wanted to do that to me.” Shit, what have I said?“I’m sorry. I would never do that to you. I promise.” She seemed to calm down a bit. But there still seemed to be the problem that I had said it at all in the first place. We stood looking at each other for a moment. “I.