It hesitated, the familiar syllables striking a chord in its sluggish memory. "Orzad, come here!"It turned and stepped out of the line that closed up ...ehind it. A hooded cloak was thrown about its shoulders, hiding its face from any casual glance. In the fast gathering twilight, nobody noticed that the line of slaves was one short. Who bothered to count slaves?"In here." It climbed clumsily into the sedan chair, sat uncaring as the curtains were pulled and it was carried off to an unknown. Those bullshit advertisements are just that, bullshit. Anyway, it wouldn’t hurt my income to go take care of Mom.What I didn’t count on was my little sister, Lisa. While I had been gone from home this little sweet thing that I remembered had done some changing. Remember, I said I was ten years the elder, (that’s another story)? My little thirteen year old sister had gone in a dark direction while I was away from home. She had done a Goth-thing. She dressed Goth, her room was Goth, and, most. I step out of their shower and wrap a towel around myself. I walk into their bedroom and they are on the bed. I can see his erection through the thin material of his shorts. They are kissing and he has opened the zip on her hoodie. She has no bra on and her breasts are exposed. She is dimpled with gooseflesh and her nipples are hard. They stop as I enter the room and look at me. I am nervous and frightened. He stands and walks towards me. He kisses me and it is surprisingly gently, like he can. During all of these discussions, the guys had been looking around the room a bit bemused. It was just a normal bedroom, at least for our house.“What are these?” Roy asked, pointing to the fancy iron gun racks on either side of the bed.“They’re racks for your shotguns,” we answered, since it was very plain to us what they were.“You have gun racks in every room?” Chuck asked in amazement.“Of course,” we answered. “And there are multiple racks in places like the living room, the kitchen, and the.