"Jesus Sam!" Jen complained. "Who do you think you are? The stoker on The Queen Mary attempting to win 'The Blue Ribbon' and, being paid double time w...th a large bonus for your monumental efforts at keeping the ships steam up."I looked up and realized that the results of my labors of stabbing Creepy, was that the living room had attained a temperature somewhere above warm and still rising. "Sorry," I apologized pushing the log I had been forcefully attacking off to one side and away from the. I didn't want to go to work or anywhere else for that matter.Cassie was awake by now. I was sure she had found the bra and panties on the vanity by this time. I tried to envision what was going on in her mind, but couldn't. There was too much going on in my own head to think about what she was thinking. She now knows that I figured out something had happened. I was not able to concentrate on my work at the office. About ten o'clock the phone rang."John. It's Cassie." Yes." There was a short. As we crunched into the yard of their farm Jerry and his little sister Jenny emerged from the back porch he waving she smiling shyly. She was always a little shy with me and not having any sisters of my own presumed that was just how little sisters were. I did however notice for the first time how closely Jenny resembled her mother: a miniature version of the woman that I had been admiring on our way back from the station; right down to the similar jeans, and blonde hair pulled back from her. He was somewhat racist, and hated the fact that my mom was selling herself to black men, got pregnant, and she didnt know who the father was. My moms family, my dad, her friends, everyone saw her for what I suppose she truly was, a whore. Growing up a baby from a whore mom is not much different than a regular mom, though Ive never had another mom to compare her to. Deep inside, we are all whores I suppose, so its all the same. I never really lacked anything or had some form of hardship. She.