‘Uh, it happened a long time ago, I barely remember.’ ‘Uh huh. Go on.’ My mind tried to come up with something, anything that would sound bett...r than the truth. Then I looked at those big brown eyes, so warm and trusting. Shit. ‘Recess,’ I muttered. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me, I got my dick poked by a sharp stick. We were playing Star Wars. It was a hot day and I was wearing shorts. Kindergarten, first day. I don’t want to talk about it.’ ‘Oh, Charlie,’ her eyes were sympathetic for a whole two. ..”“Not me, Mom,” Keith grinned, still trying to see his mother’s tits.“There, you see,” Sarah said. “Keith won’t say anything, I won’t say anything, and Jimmy won’t say anything.”“But...” Karen turned her eyes to her sister. “I know,” she said. “Everyone will keep it a nice little secret, but I have to fuck my son, too, isn’t that right?”“You’ll love it, Karen,” Sarah grinned.Karen turned to her son again, his cock drawing her eyes. She began to breathe deeply as her son opened his pants, and. Skittish, he moved between rooms with a carving knife. Awake with no sleep for two days, he feared they would come at any time. He dared not risk the trance-like state of Chapter One-Hundred-and-Four for fear of summoning Delilah.She held his life in the balance of her arbitrary scales of justice based on a code he did not understand. The Cremorne was no ‘hocus-pocus’ curio, it lived and breathed inside others too. Others with the terrifying ability to eliminate him on sight. They did not. CHAPTER 8 Friends and neighbours were invited to Milly’s ranch to meet her sister-in-law Mrs Curtis, the woman whom had come from afar, being the wife of Collier and mother of Matt, two New Zealanders who seemed to adapt very quickly to life in Wyoming and were remembered fondly. Some of the women heaped compliments on her, saying they couldn’t believe that someone as feminine and slight could have been Collier’s wife or was old enough to be Matt’s mother. Patricia enjoyed these folk dropping.