”“Fuck, she’s my mother dude!”“Yea, but she’s hot! I bet she’d fuck me! Would you mind if I tried?”“Dude, you want to fuck my mother... Go for it! She likes young dudes!”“You’d be okay, if I fucked your mother? Fuck, maybe you should fuck her too. We could tag team her.”“Dude, I don’t want to fuck my mother. Is that even legal?”“You’re eighteen! I don’t think you’d get arrested. I bet she fucks really good!”“If you want to fuck my mother, that’s your business. I don’t want to have sex with her.. Book. The name of the book had beenFirestarter, by a man he had never heard of, someone called Stephen King.He didn't know about anything else this King person had ever written butBradley had liked this Firestarter. He had particularly liked a mannamed John Rainbird. He could commune with this character, commiseratewith this man's motivations in a way. John wanted the doorway to a greater spiritual power. He believed thatby taking life and watching it fade away through the windows of the. The only place he could put his arms was around me. He smelt faintly of spice and sweat, it was far from unpleasant. Huh he said it wasnt nearly so small when I was a kid hiding from my sister in here. You live here? I asked This was once my fathers house, now all I own is a room on the top floor cant say Ive been in the cubby hole in a few years though, Im afraid were stuck here for a while, the legionaries may have seen us disappear in here. They will have every house searched, were here. I grabbed the bottle of peroxide and poured it into the wound, this gave another scream from her. I then grabbed my knife off the ground and poured the peroxide over it, I then pulled the lighter out of my pocket. I began to heat the blade up till I could see the heat rising off the blade. I pushed the wound together and before Jackie could even get out here first scream I brought the flat side of the knife down on the wound. Jackie began to scream like she never had before, I longed to remove.