Concentrate. Set up the shot, he told himself.First things first, he located the nightstand he’d mentioned. It was a modern piece that was part of ... lot his father had picked up. It was nice, but nothing special. It was in the resell part of the collection near the front door, but despite that, it had been there for a couple of years already. He set it up next to the bed, and then returned for a nice lamp.Upon running an extension cord and planning how to hide it, he found that the lamp. ”“Well, I’m COLD up here, so get your naked butt backinto bed.”Shyly, and doing his best to hide his naked body, Mattgot back into the bed, laying as far away from me as hecould get.“Why are you all the way over there?” I asked.“Uh… more comfy.”“Uh-huh… you didn’t have a problem being next to methe last couple nights.”Matt was silent.“Ok, look. Let’s talk, Matt.”“About what?”“About. Despite the recession, Mom had been able to leave her office behind two years ago.I stretched and went to the dresser to grab some clean clothes. As I thought about it, I changed my mind and grabbed my new swimsuit instead. A few laps in the pool sounded like a good start to the morning, and the newness of having one in the back yard – along with a hot tub – hadn’t quite worn off on me.“Morning, Mom,” I said as I came down the stairs to find her sitting on the couch doing something on her. But they must have heard me nonetheless.My consciousness slipped away into an inky void.Shapes began to manifest. Two slim, fit-looking women appeared. One had dark brown hair, the other woman pure white. Instinctively I knew, they were no mortals."Ayo, got 'im!" the white-haired woman said, sounding rather freakish. The voice I heard was definitely not hers. It must be the other one then."Ignore my sister, Carnachias, please. Serial masturbation has left her brain damaged." The brown-haired.