I woke up in my old bed. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed.“Hi!” She gave me a big smile.“Ow…hi mom! It’s early!”“Yes. Rise and shi...e.” She said. Then I felt her warm soft hands under my sheet.“How’s my little boy doing this morning?”Her hands caressed my chest lightly.“Mmm…your hands feel so good…are we going for a walk?” I was still waking up.“Yes, darlin’…as soon as you get your butt out of bed.”“All right, mom.”She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.It was going to be yet. ”“You can’t see shit, white girl.”You blow a few bubbles in response and I try to master the rage building up.‘It’d be so easy,’ the monster inside me purrs. ‘Just like prison. You don’t even gotta know. Just black yourself out. Slutty little ass like hers won’t be missed. I’ll clean it all up. Real nice like. Real nice like.’ I shiver. It’s suddenly cold despite the Oakland heat warming our swaying cigar tin as it moves through the city and its boroughs. The scars all over my body come to. But now that I was working, however indirectly, for the US Senate, I wondered what the policy would be. I was spending time thinking about trivia like that because it was a break from thinking about ... no progress.My brilliant serial number breakthrough hadn’t ... um, broken through yet. Hadn’t made a dent.That was why I was looking down at white cumulus clouds. Or maybe cirrus. Fuck ... fluffy white clouds, okay? I was meeting Commander James Battleford Lightfoot in DC. If he was still in the. The base seemed to pound in time to her pulse. Chafing burned at her wrists strapped overhead, the sensation returning like a foggy memory, but her fingers and toes still felt numb. She hung from her wrists, feet barely able to support her weight, shoulders throbbing. Delicioso! A sense of loss clouded the delicious pain. She did not want the coming change, didnt want to lose what they had together. Cool air chilled the sheen of sweat covering her naked body as the wave of hot pleasure faded..