They would probably ask to join me if they ever caught me smoking anything. I pushed at the screen door and it creaked open under my hands. My mom was... drying her hands on a towel, her blond hair so unlike my dark brown curls hanging straight and loose around her shoulders. You look tired, honey, she said as she hugged me. I am. Is daddy in the sitting room? He is. Take him a cup of coffee, while youre at it. Ill join you as soon as Im done. I sat and talked to my parents for hours, about. "Are you alright?" I asked, pulling myself to my feet and rushing to herside.Abigail lifted a hand to stop me. "I?m fine," she promised, despite notlooking it. Even her tail was drooping."What?s wrong?" I demanded, side-stepping her upheld hand and reachingout to feel her forehead."What are you doing?" she asked, trying to bat aside my hand, but onlymanaging to thump weakly upon my forearm."Checking you for a fever." She wasn?t hot, to my relief, though hercheeks looked a bit warm."For a what?". Tom fell on the bed next to her and began nibbling on her neck. After a few seconds of nibbling, he moved to the other side of her neck and she noticed that she had that sensation starting again, that she now could identify as getting wet. Then she remembered the four other people in the room and sat up. She saw the four were taking care of their own appetizers not watching her and Tom, so she returned to Tom with enthusiasm. Soon the sounds of passion filled the bunk house, followed shortly. “That’s because I’m a badass and so is the new God,” Lavelle beamed as he slaughtered more than a few of the goose stepping bastards.“Count on us. We’re with you now, even if not before,” Obadiah grinned while about forty or so Black Panthers gathered around us.“Let’s give ‘em Hell!” the Black Panther leader shouted as they began rushing at the surprised and disoriented fascists.“Fuck ‘em all!” another voice shouted as members of the Black Queer Liberation Front joined in the combat.The leader.