.. Billy?”“Yes.”“We didn’t make love ... WE FUCKED.”I put the washcloth on the floor and pulled the sheet up over us.“Billy, I can’t s...eep with you ... I mean ... Billy, hold me just like that. I love you.”“I love you, Mom. Night, Night.”I turned the lamp off and went to sleep with a big smile on my face.I woke up early as has become my habit here in corn country, and smelled the smells of breakfast downstairs. After doing my morning pee, washing my face and hands and brushing my teeth, I went. But, Chance thought, at least they called him something. Crowley was also known as a poet, a mage, a prophet, and as a man who was well versed in all things odd or occult. Yoga, Freemasonry, Witchcraft, Black Magic, and others of this ilk were in his bailiwick. He was also seen as the most notorious magician of the last century, or any century for that matter.One particular quote by Crowley, among the many the book offered, grabbed Chance and made him think, really think:"Do what thou wilt. What about the next step? My mind didn't say no but it didn't say yes. I looked into the box and noticed it had a matching thong. I wasn't sure how this was helping my thoughts but kept looking at it. I didn't have long Helen would be back in seconds. What if I got it all wrong? Didn't do the right things? Say the right things? I was a virgin once; did I get it right with him the first time? I remember a lot of fumbling but I also remember having the desired effect on him. So what am I thinking. I dozed off and when I woke I was alone. Daddy had left me to sleep and heal. I groaned as my head ached from the concussion and reached for the bottle of pain pills the doctor had prescribed. It was already getting dark again - I had slept the day away. I was still naked and blushed as I remembered how nice and full Daddy had made me feel. Thankfully, the pain was all but gone. I took one of the pills and drank a little water before hearing footsteps in the hall. I laid back and covered myself.