We’ve become selfish, since we divorced our ex-dad. We want you for ourselves and we want you to love us, like we love you.”“I do love you, Rach...el. That’s why I want to be sure I’m doing the right thing by sitting here naked, letting my son and daughter talk about the three of us making love to me.”Mom was still looking at Rachel when I put my hands on her knees - slowly pulling them apart. She looked at me, then my hands. I pulled her knees wider apart - and she didn’t resist me. She was. “I want this to be very exciting for all of us,” she told me as we watched each other put on flimsy, black, crotch-less g-strings to accentuate our sex.“We really are on the same wave length baby, absolute exhibitionists,” she told me as we posed in front of a wall length mirror.When Dina and Dean arrived we were both wearing short, black silk dressing gowns without the belts, one of our favorite ways of greeting our guests, as the gowns gape open.Dina was wearing heels, a short, black cocktail. I have been beating the streets looking for a job, any job, but whenever I get close, it seems the other applicants don't have "violent tendencies" or criminal records. I did manage to stumble across a vacant room with an unlocked door in this apartment building. I don't really understand what this room is, or why it has furniture in it, but it works for me. No one has asked any questions of me; I don't think anyone has even seen me in here.It has been three years, four months and two days. He wills himself to proceed, wills the procession of his body into darkness; although his mind has no part in it. Reason--the same woman he now pursues wrested his years ago. Before the many.Tristan edges himself to the other side of the narrow path, where there is space to move. Now the lamp rests in the center. He surveys what little he can. There are many paths from here. Many places to hide.He knows she is here, among many. He feels them. He feels the one. Her. He feels her,.