"Principal Hill just called to let me know you were settled in, but you didn't have any food there. Should I bring you something?" she asked.
"I just pulled up at the grocery store," I replied. "I just figured I'd buy some groceries for my stay."
"Oh, right," she said. "I forgot we gave you that credit card."
"How's Brenda doing?" I asked.
"She's sleeping," Mom informed me quietly. "Heather made sure she drank enough fluids after dinner, so she didn't need another IV or anything. We're really lucky she was available."
Then I couldn't help but recall the last time Heather had been at our house, and pictured Heather and my mother taking turns eating my fresh c*m out of each others' p*****s. I managed to stifle my groan.
"Are you going to be able to control yourselves?" I asked softly,
