As he waved goodbye to Bjorn and Jessie he said again, “Yar, you vill have the good time!” Then he added with another chuckle, “And I vill be se...ing you on Thursday for the good time too!” Then he was gone.Jessie and Bjorn looked at each other again with just a blank stare that said without words, “What on earth was that all about?”The two quickly forgot all about this funny little episode as they got busily occupied with stowing their gear under the bus and helping lots of others do the same.. “Sluts do the opposite when they get dressed. The bottoms go on last,” Dad snickered.“In the morning after your sister has cleaned her bowl, emptied her bowels, got her enema, and washed up, you should take her outside,” Dad said. He tossed her clothes over her head and said that sluts make an excellent towel rack. He prompted me to do the same to my mother. I draped her clothes over her arms.The last thing Dad picked up were two small boxes. They weren’t marked, and they were flat enough that. Or maybe it was how you grabbed hold of me as though you would never let anything happen to me on the roller-coaster. And then, it could’ve been the night you allowed me to have sex with you completely and when you told me you hadn’t been with others believing it was what I wanted of you. ‘No, it was when I saw you cry for the first time. You didn’t understand it and looked embarrassed. I think I knew you were humbled by the experience, needing reassurance in your confused emotional state.’ Her. An owl’s hoot drifted out of the dark trees. Twilight beset the world. My tail swished. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana’s assassin.Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga’s assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master’s sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new.