Instinctively, he looked at all the people seated in the diner car once more. Most were with others, either a man and woman, or a family, or two men, ...s they sat, ate and talked.“Yas’suh, Little Marshal. What can I get y’all?”Eli turned back to see another black porter standing next to his table.“Do you know my dad, too?”“Naw’suh, not to call his name personal, that is. But I reckon by now, ol’ Sammy’s done told all the folks on this train that we got one of Marshal Crow’s sons ridin’ with us.. Was it okay? I noticed you didn't freak out.” “It was okay, I was sort of expecting a real kiss.” “So, you're warming up to the idea of you and I?” Emma smiled hoping Jordan was going to at least give her a chance. “Let's go inside. We can sit and talk while your ride comes to get you.” “Sure, you're the one who is in charge of this possible relationship.” “Oh, okay, I guess.” Emma dropped Jordan's grasp and picked up what was left of the glasses and tray, taking them inside. Jordan did. Oh about five years. Mom decided when our oldest brother was thirteen that if it was alright for Dad to bust all his daughters cherry than it was Ok for her do her sons in the same way.” “Do you mean each one of our brothers have fucked Mom?” “Yes, she still fucks each one on their birthday if they want her too. She is pregnant again, you know. Can you keep a secret?” “Of course” I said. “Mom told me that this one was mine. She would not let anyone touch her for a while and when she was sure. Over the years, a small waterfall of his semen had soaked repeatedly into this earth under the pine needles to seep to that waiting womb half way around the world. But no womb waits now. As Gertrude sits at her usual spot behind a big pine tree, Monsieur Nhoc kneels at his usual spot. He unbuttoned his bulky coat, then his trousers. His penis hangs out now over the mossy grass that it will soon fertilise. This is the moment that Gertrude has been rehearsing in her bedroom. She walks.