I feel myself suck on his finger just a bit, my tongue pushes against it, a reflex to the invasion. I wonder if he is trying to check me for vitals or...something."I think I used too much maybe..." he slaps my cheek, and begins to stroke my neck and face. He has large, powerful hands. The caress is strange, like he is fondling me.I start to see clearly and when I try to speak it comes out."Wha... What's going on Dad?" You don't remember?" he looks surprised."No... what happened?" You woke up. I'm sorry, I must have used it all to makeus breakfast. I would have made you some, but we both know you don'teat eggs, do you dear?" Chelsea plucked a pink heart from the cereal bowl and dropped it backin. "No, Mother, as you've known for almost my entire life, I don't eateggs." The microwave beeped, signaling the end of its cooking cycle. Mom gotup for a moment, then came back to the table with a fresh plate ofbacon. Something my sister refused to eat as well. I couldn't bring myself to take. "Did he tell you what your chances were?" I asked, letting my Legion armor flow back into its familiar look and shape. I had wing throw a field of 'Midnight black' around me, just long enough to get my usual gear on. I let the field fade as I finished adjusting the straps for Dream and Nightmare."He told me not to underestimate you. I never underestimate my targets, and I never miss," he bragged, almost sneering. Based on what Harvey had told me of him. He had cause to be cocky. I was going to. "You have!" That's not the point, Mel..." Like hell, it's not! You have a lot of fucking nerve, telling me what I can't do, when you've done it yourself!" But not on Mom!" Heather said through clenched teeth."Oh, yeah? Why not?" Melinda demanded.Heather almost told her. She almost told Melinda what she had seen happen the week before. Heather had tried to catch her mother at it again, but Penny knew she was being watched from the start, and had kept her time with the reverend short. The look on.