We agreed that we would both be busy over the next few weeks but definitely needed to get together.I was so excited to see mom, but when I got home sh... was passed out in her chair clutching an empty bottle of Brandy against her chest. Her hair was matted and she was wearing a sweatshirt, baggy jeans and tennis shoes. Her usually immaculate house was a mess, the floor didn't appear to have been vacuumed in weeks, and dishes were piled up in the sink.I put myself to work and within just a few. When next my mind became clear, I was standing at Madame's side holding her hand. She nodded her head to me and I remember throwing the crocus I picked for him into the darkness. The bruised and withered flower became my final offering to my father's grave."My next memory is of someone jostling me and bowling me over flat at a train station. He was very large and most likely never saw me. I could barely see his face; his belly blocked his features from my view as I sat on the train platform. Before I had chance to splutter out a reply she opened her mouth, took my full girth in, wrapped her full lips all around, sat up a little then ever so slowly made my 8 and a half inches disappear down her throat. Slowly coming back up, then all the way down again. She even rotated her mouth a little at the same time in one continuous smooth motion. It was beautiful, she worked me in different directions changing pace and motion. Using both hands effectively on my swollen balls and at the base. Amazingly, on the big cats the arrows had sunk deep into the beasts. On average they had gone eight or more inches in, piercing internal organs as they had. It took time to dig the arrows out. When I was done I cleaned up the arrows and returned them to my quiver. Then I turned my attention to skinning all five of the animals.While I did this I kept an eye on my surroundings. I knew that eventually the smell of all the blood that had been spilt would draw in scavengers and I didn't want to be.