.again, and soon felt the drippings of an oily substance on my face and throat. My mind went to a place all its own when that happened. What could thi... be I thought? I heard her giggle; "Its suntan oil and don't worry its harmless if you swallow some. It's banana oil and coco butter. It's all I use...oop, excuse me, all we use." Still unable to see more than a furry outline of her I reached up to rub the oil she had dripped on me when she stopped me. "I'll do that, you can't see and I don't. " (Corey)Mom sends a quick text, likely to let her manager know she won't be at work tonight, then puts her phone on the end table and rolls over so that her naked front is pressed against my left side. She runs her left hand through my hair in a loving motherly way, then lowers her arm so that it rests across my pelvis. She puts her head on my chest and dozes off to sleep. Shortly after, I'm also out. ***3 Hours Later***(Corey) I slowly wake up in Mom's bed, thinking of what we did to each. On many occasions Victoria was invited to their family holiday celebrations and vacations as if she were a member. While residing in such a loving household the young toe-head was nicknamed Tori with parental affection. Through such relations Victoria had met Damien for the first time. He’d dated Julie during her junior and senior year in school. Although he was six years older than the girls he had managed to find approval with Julie’s parents and attended most of the family functions as. There was no point to worrying her needlessly.Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to.