"Force multiplier is Department of Defense jargon for a component added to a military operation which increases a unit's combat effectiveness without ...a corresponding increase in personnel."A trio of blank stares told me that they didn't get it. Only Brenda seemed familiar with the concept. "Unit morale is also a multiplier, or divider, depending on whether it's good or bad. So is training. The same number of well-trained warriors are much more efficient than an equal number of poorly trained. In a larger town or city it might not have mattered. It only affected a few dozen people, after all, primarily her students. But this was a small town in a small state, population-wise, and this was major news for people who didn’t have a whole lot to talk about on the gossip side of things. To compound the problem, about the only thing most people knew was that one day, during detention, when Bobby Pendleton was the only one there, she somehow tripped and smashed her head so hard that, two. The thing she made me do. The things she intends on making me do.Should I tell her? I can’t bring myself to admit it. To admit it would make it real. We drive out to her mansion. My mother puts the car in park and gets out. I hesitate, but swallow my nerves and follow her in. She doesn’t even ring the doorbell, just walks in. We find Lexie in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bikini. “Oh, Veronica. How nice to see you. I suppose this means you were right.” “He is my son after all.” What the. You haven’t seen anything for a half hour. I’ve already taken the liberty of having you take your clothes off so the silk caresses your skin, and a cold breeze from a vent tickles your skin.You lay on your stomach, wondering what I’m up to. Suddenly, you feel a tickle on your thigh. You go to swat it away, only to find my head in place between your legs. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me.