Excited, I quickly masturbated and went to bed, drunk.Still buzzed, I awoke that morning at 6:45 because I had to pee. The shitty thing about drinking...is that I will always wake the next morning at an unfavorable time like 6:45, which renders my sleeping abilities useless for at least the next half hour. I lay in my bed, exhausted but unable to even doze, for another ten minutes when my phone rang. I looked at the red digits on my alarm clock—7:00 a.m. precisely. Then I grabbed my phone off the. ”“Well, you have to admit Mom has one hell of a body, for a mom that is.”“Yeah, she does. I hope you don’t think I’m weird asking you this but would you do mom if you had a chance?”“Do you mean lick her like I lick you?”“Yeah, that and fuck her.”I was surprised Beth even said such a thing, “Holy crap. You know I get excited when she shows off but I never thought about really doing anything with her.”“I have,” Sis replied in almost a whisper.“You have what?”“I have thought about having sex with. That meant I needed to do something about my truck and trailer. I had a feeling that Percy wasn’t going to be as generous about his parking lot. I saddled up Margarite and started into town. Most of the trip, I spent trying to figure out what was my next step.I had pretty much drawn the line on Jake’s cabin. This was going to piss off the power brokers, whoever they were. Percy was in their back pocket, and probably the rest of the local politicians. If this ended up in court, I was going to. The archers would wander off, and the gang and I would head to where the scouts told us to go. I'd arrive, and the archers would have already decimated the local population of pigs. Why? Because you see, for them the advantage of having a forty or fifty yard range as compared to sticking distance was just a completely unfair lever. So, we'd declare the hunt a success and march back.The only exception to this was when we would go hunting for the cats and bears. I knew that the local population.