"Now this is our 'nerve centre', a sorry sight you'll have to agree."The room he indicated was filled with ancient networked computers and I swear one...of them was running Windows 98 for God's sake. Maryam however simply nodded and asked who their operators were."Couple of vets who ran our comm's on the battlefield," Jimmy replied. "We'll find others as we need them." Good, you will," she replied. "But for the moment you'll need the electoral roll databases as well as some sort of electioneering. That is, anything except her. You see, as long as I can remember, she excited me sexually.My mom is soon to be thirty-two. Eating right and working out has produced a slim, firm body. I guess the right genes don't hurt either. The ones Grandma passed on and the tight ones she wears. Okay, so those are spelled differently. Sue me. But, oh my, how those jeans mold to her incredible ass! But let's not jump ahead. Let's start at the top. Her long blonde hair flows gently around her gorgeous face.. I went back to Henry or you can call me Hank. Billy died in 1881, remember? Who’s gonna believe you saw a dead man?” “Fine, you ass. No, I was not gonna take the damn land with me. Those bitches just pushed me too far. You know I don’t deal with rejection too well. So I just wanted to make them my newest example. Who knows, might have even gotten at least one to go with us since they would have nowhere else to go. I’ll leave them be, are you happy now?” “Very happy, but I suggest that you fold. Carpenter's face.I almost blurted out, “Mother.”My head swam as I stared at my mother. Even with the blindfold on, a black sleeping mask with crimson lace around it, I would recognize her features, the color of her hair, the way her lips pursed. My mother was a wanton whore? But she acted so prim and proper.“Oh, who is it?” she moaned. “Another bronze-skinned Latino. Mmm, we had a wild honeymoon.”“We did,” Daddy groaned. “I will never forget you and the cabana boy.”My eyes widened. Mother had.