“I locked the door,” she said as she reached out and pulled the soap and rag from Jennie’s hands. “Mom’s not gonna get in this time.” Jen...ie fought back a nervous giggle. “Don’t you dare start jiggling me again!” “Oh, I’m not,” she replied as she put the soap in its holding dish and reached out with the foamy cloth. “What are you doing?” Jennie asked nervously as Janet began to rub the rag around on her fat belly slowly and erotically. She backed up against the rear of the shower enclosure. " She was right, I did feel it too. "So what now?" I was confused by my continuing desire for her. "I think I should go. I'm not being fair, but at least you know the truth now. I've been a fool, I'm sorry Pedro. Please forgive me." "But the tornado?" I reply, my heart arguing with my brain. She shrug's her shoulders and slowly opens the door, and without another word she's gone. Opening the last of my beer's I sit on the floor, my back pressed hard against the sofa. My head aches - I've drunk. "What did you do?" the other man asked."I ... We," McAllister amended, with an odd motion of wrist and chin to indicate the ivory baton, "broke the interdiction of the Rod of Irel." McAllister," the voice of the mother sounded, quietly, in the bloody room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. "I must be vigilant now, and have no time to help you directly. Much is happening, and there is much maneuvering on the plane of the gods. You must proceed to my altar, and call me there, arrayed. My parents did have a newspaper delivered every day. I would have to get a look at that, which would be a problem as I had never done so as a child.But I was still hoping this was some incredibly complicated dream. Then an awful thought occurred to me: doesn’t your life pass in front of you when you die? Was I reliving my entire life, compressed into the final seconds of my life? For a minute or so my mind worried at this possibility – until the differences in this world brought that train of.