“Not only in the oven. If we cooked them in the microwave they could also explode unless you give them a good poking first.”There were a few giggl...es. I served Isabel and Jenn, and then took some for myself. I sliced my potatoes into wedges and buttered them with a bit of salt.Isabel was tearing into hers with a fork smooshing it all around. She saw what I had done and asked for a bite. I cut off a piece and fed it to her.“Hmmmm, that’s good. Like a juicy french fry. Could I have one more. .complete. Like this is the waythings should have been all along...thanks for letting the doctor do itmom." Oh!" mom said with a grin. "That was a forgone conclusion the minutewe both heard of it, wasn't it? I mean, you've been living andattending classes as a girl for months now! How could we say anythingelse!?" Mom paused, then, "I see that your waist is quite a bitsmaller, and you're filling out in others. That class must be workingwonders for you." It's taking forever," I said, "and I hate. The rusted stove we used to cook what little food we had. Our sheets were thrown down on the floor. These were bagged up and taken from a near by Motel 6 where my mother used to work hours upon hours sweeping and cleaning up other peoples messes.Her excuse at home was, "Why bother. It's just going to be like that the next time. You kids clean it up yourself if you want something clean."None of us ever bothered cleaning it up because we were too young to know how. Our father, God bless his soul,. “Do you think Sierra is fucking her right now?” With that question, he lost control and nutted all over her face. “OHH YEA!” he yelled, probably a bit too loud. “I’m sure she is,” he whispered. His wife jumped on the bed, rapidly ripped off her bottoms and masturbated furiously with both hands all over the place, in a state of obvious ecstasy. Dad returned her favor, imagining in his head he was Sierra, going down on Ashley.Then he is Ashley, going down on Sierra. He wondered which girl.