"That's not funny. My hard earned money is going towards your education."My dad could never take a joke. I guess he figured my degree in Art could tak...e me so many places."I have your bed ready for you upstairs. Go on up and unpack. We've already had dinner so you can just heat it up if you're hungry," my mom said to me.I nodded. "Good deal." I went upstairs to my old bedroom. It was always the same. My mom never threw anything out. I still had MAD magazines on my bookshelf along with several. I was asleep in bed and I felt it move and then I heard my mother’s voice.“Come on wake up”I open my eyes and my mother is sitting on the bed“What time is it”“Its eight o clock, your father went to work early so I came over here”“I open my eyes and my mother is already in a basque”“Do you like it, I bought it last week”What was there not to like about it, it was light purple with a black pattern and black trim, it was shaped like a bra at the top and held her tits together. It had a pink. To one side, there looked to be a training facility for urban warfare. This wasn't just a place for storing armaments, this was a full scale warfare training facility! This had to be reported to DHS right away, if not sooner.Of course, I did not know their telephone number nor did I have the number conveniently to hand, so we had to scurry home to report our discovery. Just as we turned to leave, we spotted a squad of armed men headed in our direction. They must have seen us approaching from a. It was hard to tell beneath the heavy make up and the slutty clothing she wore. I assumed she was the son's girlfriend. I assumed wrongly."Leave my sister alone," the man huffed. Eric's vice-like grip made the last syllable more of a whimper."Oh, your sister," I said. "Even better. Yours, Mr. Federici, or did your wife have a donor for this one, too?"Mr. Federici was silent."You know my family," I said. "I will release your son and his companions when I feel their training is complete. If they.