. Or worse yet, he could castrate me.” We had fried chicken and potato salad with biscuits. I guess they were good, but all I could think about was ...he hole between those slim legs, just under the red bush. I believe Mary smiled at me more during that simple, picnic meal, than she smiled all summer… or maybe she was just amused at my obvious reaction.She picked up the plates and forks, pitched me a wet towel, and busied herself putting things back in the car.I never took my eyes off her, and. . all seemed to swirl together in my head.Now, I thought, my summer was COMPLETELY ruined.It was well past midnight by the time we got home, but I got very little sleep that night. The painkillers only dulled the pain and the cast on my leg was heavy and unfamiliar. Between all that and Mom coming in to check on me every couple of hours, the best I could do was doze off for a few minutes at a time. What little sleep I did get was filled with dreams of flying bicycles and blue-spotted clouds.In. What did I really know?Going through the years up to now I came with some definite facts.The baby wasn't mine as I was sterile.My wife was a cheating bitch.Sandman was my worst enemy and he was fucking my wife.Doug Peterson was an asshole but he had been set up by Sandman.It is a hard thing to come to terms with when you realize your whole life is a lie. It feels terrible to be surrounded by enemies. What I couldn't understand is why. I was a loyal and trusting person. Is that a crime?I didn't. ”I could only sigh once more as I said, “I know. I know. Let’s go.”Samuel nodded at me as we proceeded to move out of the room to patrol our city. Yes, just because the Untethered of this planet were on the cusp of war didn’t mean that the monsters were resting easy. If anything, the decrease in numbers of the Untethered available for patrol had meant more monsters were running rampant now more than ever.To make matters worse, the fact that mortals were now able to see monsters and witness.