"Yeah, I know," Bryony blatantly lies as we drive the short distance toour old primary school to pick up my two other sisters. Needless tosay, Bryony'... already sour mood only worsens when Cassie and Dorothyclimb onto the back seat next to her, both of them buzzing with energy-and for one very good reason."It's ballet night tonight!" Cassie squeaks before even sitting down."Yep!" I squeak, making the energetic seven year old girl giggle evenmore. "Lucky you, me and Bryony have to miss it. Someone that didn't need you like a patient does. I know you'll be glad to see me go. But somewhere in that hidden world, that garden where you keep your own hopes and dreams. Elizabeth, just think of me every once in a while."A moment of silence."I wish you the best of luck Ray. I think you are the right path. Good bye."The click hurt his ear. It stretched the limits of his ear drum. Ray hated good byes. He wanted to cry. He wasn't good at crying. He learned to not cry by teachers who were. At first, Mom was embarrassed and sometimes asked if I was OK with her and Dad having sex, and I told her, truthfully, that I loved them both and that she shouldn't worry about it.In the beginning Mom was a bit hesitant about having sex during her periods. "Does it hurt?" I asked."No it doesn't," said Mom. "In fact it relieves the pain. But maybe you think it's dirty." Dear Mom, most beautiful of women, Goddess of Love. I adore you and I want to make love with you. How about some pain reduction. I bite my lip, as the pleasure from you sucking my tit, goes straight to pool warmly deep within my belly. “Trevor, if you don’t get up…” I sigh dramatically. “I guess we won’t be able to use that ping pong paddle.” I laugh, as I feel your hard member rising to attention on my leg. You suck on my nipple a bit more, before you slowly turn to look up at me, and say “Mmm?” I sigh, because you are so cute, with your hair all sticking up, from where you had slept on my boobs.You sleepily kiss me.