The sun had barely come up when I heard Uncle Keith's truck pull into the drive. I had barely slept I was so excited. I rushed down the hall and opene... the door before he had time to knock. Mom was already in the kitchen packing. "Good morning Birthday Boy," he said with a smile. I gave him a huge hug and started to tell him how excited I was. He just grinned and followed me to the kitchen. Mom was wearing a tight white tanktop and a white sports bra underneath, but that didn't stop her nipples. She’s wearing a black skirt and a white blouse, typical office attire. All the men in the office fantasize about her. The office blinds are drawn. A desk and two chairs make up the only furniture. She takes a seat, I sit back on the desk facing her. "What exactly did you have in mind?" I ask her. She pulls the chair forward until she is about eight inches away from me, and leans forward, her skirt sticks to the chair and rides up her legs, showing her white panties. Her head is level with my. I was pushed hard in the centre of my back. I fell forward and lost my grip on Smyth. She moaned in pain as she fell to the floor. “Get up!” Miles demanded angrily. “She fell. She needs help to walk.” I bent down and helped her up. Using my arm for support, we continued through the tunnel. The tunnel had a higher roof than the storeroom. The walls were slippery and slimy and pools of water gathered on the uneven surface of the rocky floor. We walked between the rail tracks moving to the side of. ‘Still she will finish her work with our family before considering taking on any other challenges. I believe she also impresses your brothers with her work at the repository. I imagine each of our homes will need to be catalogued as well to see that important items remain in the right hands.’ ‘I imagine she could start here during her trial if you are going to enable her to work on the histories,’ Josh looked around the Athenaeum. It lived up to its name with its eclectic collection of books.