They called us Chipmunks.My Mom ignored them and then rubbed ice cubes on our nipples until they were hard as diamonds. My Mom made us bend over and t...uch our toes once the ice cubes melted in our mouth. She removed our butt plugs and shoved them in our mouths.Mom packed our assholes with ice. Honey was able to get seven into her asshole before squealing like a stuck pig. Candy and I could only get six.Mom told us to lay on our backs and hold our legs above our heads. She stuffed our pussies. "Vanessa laid a sympathetic hand over mine."I hope you now understand why I wanted you to meet me as her, asJuliet," she said, "the woman whose image I cherished all thoseyears."I nodded."Good, because while I have a father I love dearly and who loves methere's a role in my life that you, as my birth-parent and as theperson you are, may be ideally suited to fill. Mom died when I wasnine and so there's a lot of mother-daughter stuff I never got to dowith her, stuff I want us to do together.. At least, they tried until the two young lovers were forced to abandon their mutual pursuit by a quick, hard blast of searing hot water hitting their naked bodies as their upstairs neighbors innocently flushed their toilet.This was hardly a surprising turn of events. In fact, it happened damned near every time they made love in the shower and if it didn't then something else would. What? Well, like what happened next when just as they decided to brave the shower again they suddenly found. He knew it was the end, but didn’t yield. With that in mind, I gutted him, removing the naked hostility from his eyes. With my foe dispatched the Wolves cheered.Looking down the road, I was satisfied there was no imminent danger. We had slaughtered the Raider’s force. The blood-bathed road was covered with dead and dying men. Perhaps a dozen had escaped north, following their intended path rather than turning back towards the fishing village. That made no sense to me, but men full of fright.