“I want you too, Joel,” she moaned. “But we can’t. Y-you’re my son… And your brother next door…”I stopped licking her, and walked to t...he door. Even a second away from her was torture. I twisted the key to lock the door.“There,” I said. “Now you won’t have to worry about him.”“But the noise. He’ll hear us.”“He’s playing his music louder than a Glastonbury festival. And if he hears anything, he’ll think it’s me banging away with the hammer,” I smirked.Mom rolled on her back and gave a pained. She batted for the other side, a left hander, enjoyed the pleasures of Lesbos, she was a Lesbian.Pinkers grabbed the spare can of water and carefully chucked it over her from a range of six feet, she stirred, opened her eyes and spoke softly, "You must Die Schwine, hand me the Gun so I may shoot you like a Rat." Not so fast, Lesbian" he cried, "I know your sort, and I know what to do about you, I shall report you to the Vicar."Pinkers was becoming aware of intense pain, his John Thomas was. Don't worry about it. It's just not important."Inez grimaced slightly, and crinkled up her nose. "I must not have been a very nice person," she said with a hint of distaste.I didn't say anything right away. Instead, I regarded her with deepest affection ... this endlessly fascinating young woman, who'd been so many different things to me, across two lifetimes. Finally, I said what was on my mind, in as concise a fashion as I knew how."Let's put it this way, Inez. Every time I look at you now, I. . More images flashed in his mind like a television's channel changer gone mad.A laughing man taking a piss... people naked... the wallpaper in the ladies room... Beth has seen it before... why doesn't Jonas mind me seeing his wife's breasts... who the hell is Jonas?... they know me here... I have to be very careful... I have to be unseen... I have to find the answers... most of all, I have to find Beth!The more he thought about these seemingly random ideas, strangely the better Ken felt..