Smith will be joining you down in your little hole. Wait for it. Only a bit longer. Ah, there he is. Please give him my regards. I’m sorry, but I do...n’t have time to drop by myself.”My implant gave me a live audio feed of the North Koreans panicking about Mr. Smith just walking in without anyone getting in his way. He was amazingly polite. The best part was him telling them that they didn’t have a fucking clue about who they postured their military against today, or how pissed off I was at. I sat there for a bit, feeling disoriented. I knew I had a brother, I could remember him distinctly. I remember growing up with him, for Christ’s sake! And now it was like he’d never existed. Then an idea occurred to me: maybe, whatever it was that was going on, the darkness, maybe it had something to do with the fact that nobody remembered Micah anymore. Maybe, somehow, it had just swallowed him up, not just physically, but completely, erasing his existence from everyone’s minds. But then, why. Not that it could continue, Monique held her Mum in such a powerful hold, the feeling so great now between her legs, like a drug she needed more. When she lifted her hips a fraction off her seat and forced herself forward, effectively fucking her Mother’s nose, Monique nearly fainted from the pleasure. She did it again now with no regard for her own Mother’s well being and started a steady rhythm grinding her hips forward, forcing her Mum’s nose into her fuck canal, bumping and grinding the. We've talked out the topic of Cathy's improbable hopes and grim expectations and tried, with variable success, to talk of other things when we spent time together.After a very pleasant interlude in my room, followed by a quick clean-up, we were munching on some vegetables and cheese while talking of school."Martin, why don't you try advancing to the senior grade? Most of the courses you'll be taking are senior courses, anyway." I am not sure I can satisfy all the graduation requirements with.