I'LL FIX IT, BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO IN THERE.THERE ARE MONSTERS IN THERE! MONSTERS!"Ben, what in Christ's name is wrong with you? Have you beendrink...ng?" I want to go home Mom! I just want to go home!" Ben was on theedge of near panic now, tugging away from the building where theyhad lived since Ben was born. Almost as if this place wasn't thehome he was referring to."But Ben, this is home," Susan said, "It's Okay, they're gone. Turkwon't bother you again. I promise you that."Across the. And Margie didn’t disappoint. Margie’s eyes were already locked on the doorway when I looked in. She had been waiting for me. She was standing on the far side of the bed, naked, her huge DD’s bouncing as she fucked my mother from behind with her strap-on dildo. Margie’s face broke into a mischievous smile as she saw me appear in the hallway outside the bedroom. My mother was bent over on all fours in front of Margie, facing me, blindfolded. Her face was etched in an expression of both agony and. ”“What’s that?”“Don’t go crazy spending the money. Invest most of it. Put some in a saving account. Buy yourself one nice thing, but don’t go overboard with something like a car,” Tim said.“Are you kidding? It’s all going into the savings account.”Tim said, “No. Invest most of it, put some in a savings account, and buy something nice.”“Why not save it all?”“You won’t get much return in a savings account, but having some money in the savings account will give you a rainy day fund. Buying. Let’s see if we’ve gotten any results yet.”My hands flew across the keyboard. Shit! I had results—too many. “Okay, when’s your birthday?”“August 6, 1992; why?”“I need to narrow the parameters on this search. I already have 15,000 matches. I was kind of asleep when I wrote it. Also, I forgot to input your sex. Finding Robert or Mark or Thomas isn’t going to help us.” Again, I typed quickly and the number of matches dropped to 76. “I asked for July through September of 1992 and added ‘female.