”“I suppose you’ll go home and tell her about our conversation?”“NO WAY! This is between us, Josey. Mom will drill us about you, and Dad wil... ask what we think of you, after we’ve finally met you. But the rest of this is between the three of us.”“You’ll swear to that, right?”“Yes we will. But we want to show you our pussies and we want to see your cock. I can see your leg where your cock has swelled way the hell out, since we started talking and I would be your friend forever, if you would show. I glanced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty."Melanie..." he said, as clearly as if he were standing right in front of me.You would probably think this would shock me, but actually it was a common occurrence. I. .. sorta.The paint was a success, the military/industrial complex bought the patents, this time Daddy presided over the sale. I'd really gotten ripped off the first time, the first lawyers made more off the sale than I did. Daddy was much more reasonable. There were problems though.A bunch of REMF Generals didn't care if the enemy could shoot down our bombers. They were getting paid off by the same industrialists who later bid their first born children for my paint. Daddy knew Senators Potter. Outside the truck the sky had cleared and the sun was shining. She grabbed her shades off the dash, relieved to have an excuse to cover her eyes. But soon she’d returned to her own thoughts again and she was replaying the event in the shop over and over. It was if something had broken open inside her. It was as if Pandora’s box had broken open inside her. Emotions were just flying out of her, anger, grief, sorrow and something that felt very much like shame, but bigger, much bigger. Who had she.
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