”“Mornin’, bitch.”“I’m not your bitch,” I glared at him.“You’re driving me around like you are,” Mikey chuckled.“I can drop you ...off, oh, say anywhere,” I grinned.“Just kidding,” he held his arms up defensively. “But you look rough this morning.”“Didn’t get much sleep,” I admitted.“Two girls keeping you up late,” he grinned.“That’s not,” I paused in embarrassment. “Not at the same time,” I admitted sheepishly.“Everyone knows, dude. Just roll with it. Who else could pull it off?”“I’m not really. She didn't pull back when my fingers touched her."Drinking your milk ... lying at your breast ... your hand supporting my head." That's impossible," Izzy announced from my other side. She was now sitting up. "You would have been too young Charlie ... no one remembers anything before their second birthday," she lectured confidently, obviously repeating something she'd read somewhere."I do though," I answered and I did. My hand was slowly cupping and fondling my mother's breasts as I spoke. Mom. I had also ordered that both the Marines and Army halt all deliveries of them until the investigation was complete and corrective actions taken if it was an equipment problem.‘‘Oshkosh General Industries - the combined builder of the MRAP - was in deep six trouble as far as the President is concerned,’’ the SOD said.The early reports indicated that multiple torsion bars were breaking under certain conditions causing the rollovers. I wanted the facts. If the torsion bar was the culprit, that. I never even changed out of my trunks and t-shirt. I just sat on the edge of my bed in shock. Thoughts swirled in my drunken head, thoughts of self-pity, regret, and sorrow for my now widowed mother. She was still so young and beautiful, her marriage ending abruptly in less than 17 years. I don't know how late into the night it was when I heard my mother stirring. I wasn't sure if she had called for me or not, but when I pushed her bedroom door open I saw her crying softly in bed. I brought her.