He had shipped the rest of his clothes, books, and other belongings to his buddy, Trent, out in Oakland.His tall, wiry, yet muscular, body bent and li...ted the larger items into the back of the small Saturn station wagon, and he fit the smaller stuff into whatever nooks and crannies he could find. His collar-length brown hair waved in the welcome breeze. It had been a pretty hot summer in Milwaukee, but the weather had broken just a couple days ago, bringing a respite from the heat and humidity.. .you are MINE."The thought that her son was claiming her as his own rolled through her mind as she felt his hips working faster. The idea she belonged now to him, clinging to her frayed mind."Your tits...mine" her son growled in her face"Your cunt...MINE" he added"ALL of you...belongs to ME" as Margie felt him slam his steel pole deep into her body."Yours...yours" Margie cried back to her pummeling son. "All yours. Just don't stop FUCKING meeeeeeeeeee."She almost screamed in disappointment when. Was an unadventuresome soul, a parsimonious homebody. As different as her progenitors as night is to day.At twelve, now that she had the watch, Ivy continued with her education ... never excelling but never failing. Ivy was average. She took great pains to BE average. Average clothes ... better than Wallyworld but not Neiman Marcus ... Sears, JC Penny, or Wards and from the racks. She suffered from chrometophobia. Chrometophobia is the fear of money. Not that she had any problem handling the. The house merlot was not bad exactly, but it was not the best money could buy either. He watched them raise a toast to Friday, or the end of the quarter, or random Chaos, any one of those things that people toast when they get together to blow off steam after work. The conversations seemed to devolve into little groups and he noticed that while she participated, she spent more time watching, her brilliant blue eyes missing nothing, a drop of Lapis hanging teasingly at the top of her cleavage.