. It was early morning, about 6 or something, I was lying awake with the blanket still over me and my hard on , I always do while waking up. Mom snugg...ed close to me and gave me a hug. She was wearing only a black short nightgown, I knew she had nothing underneath it , b‘cos I have seen her bend once showing her puffy cunt lips She innocently placed her left leg over the blanket. The villain I were, I tried to catch her thigh as if playfully and she smiled and lifted it a bit higher, and. "Life's lessons are learned by the survivors."Kurt said," I don't know how many times I've heard you say that, is that a quote?" No," said Whatever. "That's one of the reasons you four are here."Jo, with an inscrutable oriental look, turned to Vickie and said, "Ah So, Missie. Some teach. Many listen. Few hear. Fewer learn."Whatever cracked up.Jo said, "Vickie? Have you ever seen David, the Cheese, without a book?"Vicky and Kurt both had an epiphany, a revelation, so to speak. "He's always. Although I've been through that ordeal many times now, it never gets anyeasier. Though the experience does allow me to switch on the autopilot in mymind and become merely a spectator of my humiliation. This time, it's notthat hard to get to the office without attracting attention. It's a smalloffice, in a big building. A lot of people pass by every day and no one paysany attention to just another dressed up girl, fumbling through her handbagto find her pass card, then giving up and just swiping. "Good men, friends of mine, have fought for independency, fought and died, been wounded." She took a deep breath and looked out the window, folding her arms under her breasts. "Our king has hired foreigners to fight us. Taxed people, well, you know the arguments." She swallowed, turned to face them and cleared her throat, aware of her jumbled words. Equivocator. She almost said it aloud and blushed. Pussyfoot, yes, that's better."This evil enterprise, this foul independency is ungodly, young.