As she scrubbed the dishes, my eyes were drawn to the green tank top she was wearing or, more to the point, the tantalizing movement underneath that m...de the material so interesting to watch. I just couldn't believe my mom didn't wear a bra. This was my third day at home and Mom hadn't worn one yet. She wore t-shirts, loose blouses, and tank tops but never a bra. Misinterpreting the reason for my attention, Mom added, "They're fine. I only have the one lump and it hasn't grown and there aren't. All will be well in the long run. You, above all others, know this to be true."Shut up, Madame," Carol replied, staring into the darkness. "You're dead and gone, nothing more than one part of my mind talking to the other." She began to cry. "I don't know anything." Should we even bother with any kind of Thanksgiving celebration?"Everyone at the table looked at Carol as if she was possessed."I can't think of anything we need more than a reason to remember all we have to be thankful for," Margo. Okon: He's just some punk.Omasu: I don't like the look in his eyes.Okina: Anyone whose hair sticks up like that can't be any good. (Like Chou.)(He glances at Kenshin.)Kenshin: There's no one in the world I'd trust more than Sano.Okina (pounding Sanosuke on the shoulder): Good to meet you, Sanosuke!Sanosuke: Oh shut up.Okina: Well, now that Himura's friends are all together, we'll have to have a drink tonight to send you off before the battle!Omasu: No way! You're not healed yet. Definitely no. In fact, she later confessed to me that she “could eat that derriere for the rest of the night without any trouble at all.” As it was, Kathy admitted to me that, even if Marten’s “expert fucking” (her words) hadn’t made her cream herself several times over, Nicole’s tongue on her crack would have done so for sure.In any case, when Marten finally came, he slumped over from pure exhaustion and was hors de combat for the rest of the night. Nothing could revive him, though Nicole gladly slipped.