They had killed Patrick the day before Christmas, or more precisely, Patrick had sacrificed himself so that Sandra and the others would have a chance ...o escape. Such nobility, Sandra thought, and from someone who was almost a stranger. Sandra still felt unworthy of the gift. Shrugging off the lingering feelings of guilt, she got up and stretched and then went to relieve Derrick a few minutes early.Time: Wednesday, January 9, 2019 10:05 AMMark and Jada quietly walked the dark cobblestone path. "You are fantastic," Luke smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his exertions.Leaning over he kissed me gently and I felt a tingle run through me, it was frightening the way I felt about my own son, yet I couldn't deny it any longer, my own body had betrayed me, I had enjoyed every single moment of his lust, even though I felt guilty, shocked and disgusted all three emotions couldn't compare to the satisfaction I felt and the joy he had given me."Oh Luke," I sighed as soon as I had. Ravi, of course, responded. “I think we are all jealous, Ricky. You enjoyed three moms this afternoon while we only fucked our own moms. That’s not fair.”“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “Are you guys fucking insane? Last week all you could do was masturbate to fantasies of your mothers and mine. Today, I gave you each your mom on a silver platter. And, you’re pissed at me? Really?”I grabbed my plate and stormed out of the house to finish my dinner alone at the picnic table. I was livid, just. I put the opening up to my lips, but I just couldn’t take a drink. The smell of the smooth liquor hit me and everything my mom and I talked about came rushing back. ‘Fuck,’ I yelled out loud. Causing the few people entering and exiting the store to turn their head. ‘Dammit mom,’ I thought, I was perfectly happy drinking my life away. A man entering the building took notice after I screamed profanities. Apparently, standing in public in your black leggings, holding a bottle of booze and cussing.