She was a little sore, of course, but that was to be expected after pulling her twelfth train of the day. On Sundays like this one, it was a wonder th...at she got anything else done, but she was Monica, nothing if not organized as fuck. The fact that she was pregnant and still didn’t know the paternity of her baby was something that she made a point of pushing to the back of her mind. It was worth it to have the kind of close bond with friends and family with benefits that she had nowadays,. Behind them strutted a man in a faded set of army surplus BDU's. He carried what looked like an old Tommy-gun and was swinging it back and forth between the two prisoners."C'mon," the guard growled. "I've got shit to do. Get a move on." He swaggered and kept pointing the gun around, waving it every which way. Rob immediately noticed his lack of respect and familiarity for the firearm. Clearly he was an amateur.As the two men lumbered by with their load, one of them noticed Matthew peering out. The toothless old women who had been in the church were hunched over with backs bent under years of burden. All wore layers of old clothes with scarves to cover their heads. They had watched Oscar; making signs of the cross and mumbling little prayers to their God.Oscar had talked with the God under their watchful eyes. When he left, they had followed him out of the church. The men of the village had come out of the bar across the snow covered lane from the church. They were without their. No wonder she had lube. The vibrator told me bucket loads about Mom and Dad’s sex life, probably nonexistent and the likely reason she was so tight for a woman her age. Mom got on the bed, lying sideways, and pulled her knees, held together, part way up. She inserted the vibrator between her legs and settled in for a nice rub-a-dub after adjusting her head for comfort on the pillow which she had puffed up. I watched her, perplexed, wondering why I was supposed to like this so much. I could.