Me,yeah, I think I get it a little better. Mom,and what do you think of? Do you think of Tyler? Me,mmmm, sometimes (never did). Mom,what else. Me,I th...ink of you Mom was silent for a bit, so I added,I think of the way you made me feel, and how pretty you look, and how you like breastfeeding me. Mom,good, do you like when I breastfeed you? Does that turn you on? My mom looked hot, her breasts seemed hard and erect, ready to explode. I could smell her milk. Me,yeah, I think about it sometimes. Nan had a really good job, because she needed to feel like she was "contributing to the greater good."Nan didn't need to work.Nan was old money.Mom really liked the old money part. Mom was a "climber."Jo is the bride I got.Jo is "plain."Jo is ... east Kentucky hill folk, in Child Protective Services, living with her Uncle, cursed with unusual siblings, the daughter of a drunk Baptist preacher, short and still in high school. Jo is poor, flat-chested, and broken.She is broken due to two reasons.. I took another razor to my arms and chest, which soon weresmooth as a baby's. My underarms were the last to go, and whenI was through, I could hardly wait to get out of the tub. It wasalmost like I had a whole new body, and I was dying to try it onfor size. I nearly forgot to shave my face, which I did withextra care before patting myself dry.I wrapped the towel around my head and smoothed the wife'sexpensive moisturizer over my tender limbs. After wrappinganother towel around my trembling. All around the outskirts of the citadel, hundreds of villagers appeared, looking down into the valley, reminding me of the film 'Zulu' when African tribesmen surrounded the British outpost at Rorke's Drift. Rather than spears, men waved crude clubs, farming implements and the occasional more powerful weapon over their heads, shaking them defiantly at the defenders below.A small contingent of Guardians spilled out of the base of the citadel and took cover behind hastily erected barricades. A.