.. he promised to do it when he g-got back..." Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty about what happened," I said, cutting her off before...she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. "Anyway, since he didn't spank you then, I feel it's my duty to do it now."There, I'd said it. My mother just sat there staring at me -- her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn't heard correctly.I continued. "Even though Dad's death wasn't really your fault, you feel guilty .... And if you really wanted me to father a baby with you why the fuck didn't we have one AFTER we moved away from your fuck buddy?You are dead and there is only your reputation I can deal with as far as you are concerned; but there are others, many other, that will pay for what you did, as will you. Your god damn sister for one, she will pay dearly. You told her, she knew and you talked about it. Your family will pay for this known betrayal. You will all pay, one way or another, you will all. I looked into the darkness and saw her as she came out of the shadows. It was really a good hiding place. We both walked slowly towards each other. I looked at her; she looked gorgeous in a maroon strapless top and a tight black mini skirt that hugged her ass perfectly. The mini skirt was way above her knees and her round thighs were breathtaking. Her breasts were thrust out and her cleavage was so deep, just waiting to be licked. As I reached out she took my hands and put it on her face. I. Well, so these northerners ravaged and sacked the southern lands, and they returned with enormous treasures. Gems, ivory, priceless art, silk, tombs of ancient wisdom, thousands of poor slaves. And – of course – gold!And you know, my friend, when gold goes somewhere, a lot of fucking people will follow. The streets are packed with them these days. Drunken soldiers wasting their plunder, refugees from war-torn lands, daring adventurers, shameless mercenaries, shrewd merchants and bankers,.