She had known that the day would come when her daughters would awaken to sex but she hadn't prepared herself. She was unsure whether she should go in ...nd talk to Kathy or let things work themselves out.She put it off. Instead, she stripped and turned on the water in the shower. Stepping under the steaming spray, she let the heat and sting of the water take her mind away from her thoughts. She stood for several minutes under the shower, just relaxing.A thought crossed her mind and made her knees. Then she looked up at me.“I don’t want to get my bra stained either,” she said, calmly.She reached behind her in that way that makes it look like the woman has Gumby arms and my frozen aspect relaxed enough for me to pull in enough air in a gasp that would keep me conscious for another half minute.The sound of elastic being released ... the sag of stiff, white cotton on her chest ... the shrugging motion that dislodged bra straps carelessly, and the distraction of the bra being tossed on top of. Time, turned sideways, spread out in front of him like an Escher staircase. The incidents of his previous life moved awayfrom him like the steps and risers of a non-Euclidean escalator. Everything he had ever seen, felt or heard; thought, hoped or smelt, happened again; all at once.Naturally, he screamed. He also tried to turn and run, and leap from a precipice and hurl himself into the inferno and every other possible panicky inexpedient method of escape from the pain of being himself; now,. They were just faithful to their God.“Master,” said Afericus, walking into the room. “You are required in the-”“While I’m sure it’s very important whatever it is,” said Tutankhamun, interrupting his genie. “I need to reward these girls for their services to their God.”“But Lord,” said one of the girls. “We need no reward. Just serving you is reward enough.”“Are you questioning me?”“No Lord, I just mean-”“For questioning me, you shall not be rewarded.”“I’m sorry Lord.”Tutankhamun then turned to.