At that moment I realize the previous was a dream and the growled words had woken me from my sleep.“What the hell is going on!?! Who are you!?” I ...manage to say, thoroughly shocked at the realty as I try to push this thing off of me. To my surprise I can’t, my arms are tied down, I can’t tell by what. The restraints are loose enough to give me hope of a struggle but short enough to squash them. It’s dark enough I can’t make out who this person is, or what they even look like, only enough. ” It read.Margo picked up her small clutch purse along with her brief-case and shutting the door behind her turned to see Calvin standing beside a Jet-black slope-nose Porsche.Calvin grinned as he opened the car door for her.The seating was a few inches from ground level and Margo struggled down into the padded racing style squab which had five-point seat belts.Calvin took her brief-case and purse and set them in the back.With a chuckle he knelt beside her to buckle her up; his face almost. Dante was convicted of course. But a week or so away from the house he no longer suffered from headaches. A fog, if you will, had lifted and with true comprehension of what he had done his fragile mind shattered beyond recovery. Dante now quietly spends his days in his room at a state mental hospital, the place where he will, quite likely, die. And so, dear reader, that is the Maxwell’s story. But what lies behind their tragedy? What compels a man to murder his beloved family? Are psychiatric. I went to my bedroom thinking that was my punishment. Mom closed her door and I closed mine. Then I went to bed.Three months had passed since my sister and I fucked. And that one night my mother had me suck on her huge tits. In that time I had dated and fucked 4 women. My sister had only seen 2 guys. Our mother had been running the family business with me and my sister's help. Both my sister and I had graduated 2 days ago. She was heading off to a university in Oregon. Since I was out of school.