”“Except,” Eva replied, “that I made the pie so I know what went into it. Lord knows what went into those cheap chocolate-chip cookies of your....” She scanned Janet’s letter. “That’s quite the handwriting.”“Mom’s vision isn’t very good.”“Does she have cataracts?” Eva asked. “How old is she?”“She’s fifty-eight. No, not cataracts -- she suffers from glaucoma. She has since I was a kid.”“Are you going to go?”“I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting an invitation.”“You haven’t said much about your. "So do a good job, because Kyle said he's not fucking a sloppy wet cunt full of cum." I burrowed and sucked. "And I'm going to let you help. Would you like that, my dirty cum whore? You want to help me get fucked?" She pulled my head up by my ear and made me look at her. Kyle was behind me, still laughing lightly to himself at my debasement. "If you help, I'll let you jerk your cock, baby. You want to help? Will you be a good boy and do as you’re told?" I looked at her, deeply ashamed,. She let go and backed up to kneel by his feet. She focused on his face intently, built up a little understanding of him in her head, piecing together what she knew and what she could guess until she had what she needed. ‘They never actually loved you,’ she started in a soft, purring voice, ‘Your family, I mean. You know that right? I mean, if they’d ever loved you they wouldn’t have left you when you needed them most. They abandoned you the minute you were arrested and charged. That was pretty. "Sophia returned to her cabin and got ready for the middle-aged Ensign Jones. She liked him the least of the five officers because he had a wicked tongue on him. Well, wicked in the sense that he never seemed willing to pass along a complement but always found a way to criticize any minor fault in his whiny hypocritical way. She made sure her rear portal was well-lubricated and that she was wearing the boy's trousers he seemed so fond of seeing her wear. She had to leave the buttons open in.