.."I'd read some of the memos he'd sent Ernesto Elliott, so I knew he was talking a big, smelly, crock of shit. On the other hand, what else could he ...ave said? By Monday afternoon hundreds of the facts mentioned in my emails had been confirmed and none had been found to be false. The purpose of the recently destroyed Fort Dodge lab was now inarguable, so the entire issue came down to who was to blame for its existence. Bush could've put up his hand and said he knew about the lab, had approved. She felt his hands on her hips as he pulled her body down the bed, finally leaving her with her arms stretched but not painfully, her lower legs dangling off the foot of the bed. He moved away from the bed, then, and she lost track of where he was, the music filling her ears and nothing but darkness in her eyes. She felt him touch her feet, then slowly slide his hands upward, caressing all of the skin on the front of her body, gently, possessively. Eventually both hands found their way back to. "What happened?" she kept asking, looking between the two of us. "What happened? Tell your mother ... you can trust your mother. Tell mother what happened. Tell Mum what happened."I knew that I could trust Mum, and that I could talk to her about anything, even sexual stuff ... especially sexual stuff. But I didn't even understand what had happened yet. I wanted to run through it in my own head before I even thought about talking about it with my mother.Mum dropped us off, we went our separate. His mom didn't move, deep in her alcohol-ridden sleep, so he opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tried to take the entire sweet tit into it.His hands strayed down, sliding tenderly over her rib cage, down to the satiny planes of her stomach, and parted to caress the padded shapings of her hip-bones. Only then, with the flavor of her breast perfumed in his mouth, only then did he dare to move one hand on down to the taboo place, to her pubic mound.It was rich and warm beneath his.