About two hours before you arrived and we found out.”“Is she ok?”“Yeah, just a whole bunch of bruises and several broken bones. She’ll be g...od as new in like nine months.” I frowned at that. “She’ll heal all along though, so in a month or two, all her bruises will be gone and most of her body will be pretty decent, just healing bones and physical therapy after that.” I smiled. Then thought some.“I thought we weren’t allowed to be around each other?” I said, waiting for an answer.“Dad. Joseph had not made it to fifty when he died. From the age of sixteen when he broke out of a shell of loneliness, he had made many friends who loved him, many of those attending his funeral loved him as much or more than any one else in their life. Though a serious man, his liveliness and passion and surprising sense of humor made his untimely death that much more difficult to bear. The fact that the source of his death was the source of his presence among his people, his peculiar and unique. Did you get a jacket or something to wear outside it is cooling off a bit?’ ‘Yes I did, I left it outside the door on the chair.’ Martha said, ‘Honey if he tries to put you in a red four wheeler, run for a cammo one. The red one is his personal hot rod. Hang on for dear life.’ ‘Oh come on Martha I haven’t hurt a soul yet.’ ‘OH yeah! What about all the ones huddled in the basement babbling and drooling all over themselves.’ ‘Weaklings.’ Andy and Martha grinned at each other. Andy grabbed Angie’s. "Oooh. My nipples are sliding on the metal. It feels really good, cool." She adds almost as an afterthought, " I'm close, don't stop."We keep along for a little while, and soon she stops her obscene chant and begins babbling filthily. I love it."Oh, you motherfucker don't you stop you bastard fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy you son of a bitch, don't stop, fuck me harder-"A distant idiotic part of my mind wonders what she has against my parents.She inhales sharply as if I've hurt her, and.