”“I’ve been washing everything down, with that solution, getting into the corners and crevices.”“Ah, crevices, yes, that’s so important.�...�“And the roof and everywhere.”“Easy to get wet, I expect. Splashed.”“It’s so hot in there, with the sun on it, I don’t mind getting a bit wet, to be honest.”“It might be a job for the evening, perhaps? When it’s cooler.”“That’s a great idea.”“Then if it needs more time, I’ll give you a hand.”“Oh thanks. I’d quite like to get this bit done. The new cushion foam. "Mom, Mom, I brought you…oh…" and Betty's daughter was standing framed in the bedroom door gaping at us, my hands on her mother's oil-glazed boobs, her legs spread, naked on the table. I froze but Betty didn't. No, she didn't skip a beat. "Susan, dear, do pour yourself a glass of wine, we should be done soon." Her daughter smiled and winked at me, turned and walked toward the kitchen. "Mmm, now, where were we?" To say I was a bit distracted would be, of course, an understatement. But, I didn't. " Right. How are you doing, Dana?" I'm kinda tired, Daddy. If you don't mind, I think I'll go to bed." You go right ahead, baby. Maybe tomorrow we'll think of something different to do. Like go for a ride."Both girls noticed that he was slurring his words, but neither of them said anything or acted as though anything were wrong. They stood up, Ken kissed Dana's cheek, then Nancy led her off to her room. After putting the girl into a fresh nightie, Nancy tucked her into bed, then collected all. “So,” I ask him, “you weren’t hesitant about letting Neil join you?” “No not really. He had told me about his own exploits and whatnot so I knew he was a familiar with the idea.” “Exploits?” “Yeah, his construction job had him travelling to different cities and towns. Perfect opportunities to hunt for victims.” “Still, you weren’t hesitant about sharing that part of you so openly.” He pauses. “ ... I was at first ... But the more I thought about it the more I realized Neil is the same breed of.