Hell, any place with a saloon and a decent bed would do. I was weary, bone-weary of travel and constantly watching my back. At thirty-two I looked and...felt like forty-two after too many years of trouble I'd long since stopped wanting. But it beat shoveling horseshit and busting blisters on a god-forsaken ranch like my brother-in-law out in San Jose. Three weeks out there visiting my sister was enough to convince me that my lot was passing tolerable. Besides, I had no choice-there were just too. She was much different now in apparent age and body structure. Her old personality was hidden and most Tandra would not notice anything different about her. I held her to me and gave her a kiss."Daddy, you are always gone. We need you here too." I am sorry to leave you here but there was some very important work to do."George, Joshua and Kevin came over as a group and I hugged each of them too. "Have you boys been getting into mischief?" They blushed in the Human way and admitted that they had.. It looked faintly shabby. My desire to spend time here was as fleeting as my fascination with the flashing neon. As soon as the sun was up and the pretty lights were off, I was itching to be moving again.I had only one more stop, someplace that Althea had mentioned when she told me about Vegas. Her late husband had dragged her to a museum, of sorts, but she described it as a graveyard of neon lights. It seemed whimsical that this be the last place I visited before I left Vegas!I was, maybe, a. It certainly wasn't normal that was for sure. Every time he saw his mother he couldn't think about anything but fucking her. While for the last couple years she'd been nothing but a nag, always after him to clean up his room or do his homework or catch up on chores, now she wasn't his mom anymore at all. She was a horny, sexy goddess. She would bend over to get something out from under the sink and Trent would think about her bent over and begging him to fuck her, or she would be eating yogurt.