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Saturday, July 15th, 2006, Boston Massachusetts

I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror that hung in the hallway between mine and my mother’s bedrooms. I was trying to get my nerves under control, after having molested my one sister’s ass and then jizzed all over my other sister’s naked body, I was a bit jittery. I stared into my own blue-green eyes, and not liking what I saw there too much, I mentally told myself to shape up. I ran a hand through my short light-brown hair before taking a deep breath and sauntering out to the kitchen. I needed coffee.

I admired my ring again as I walked into the kitchen; I looked up to see a smiling Heather buttering some toast.

“Smells great, Heather! Wow, I can’t believe that you’re actually cooking for us!” I said with genuine partial-disbelief.

“Thanks, Jake! Now, how many eggs do you want?” she asked me with a smile as her blue eyes twinkled at me merrily.

“Three, over-easy, please, Peanut,” I replied as I went to snag a piece of bacon that she had placed on a paper towel covered plate.

She smacked my hand, “Jake! Wait until we’re all seated,” she admonished me with a laugh.

“All right, who are you, and what have you done with my sister!”

She just looked at me and giggled.

“Hey! That smells great! You really made us breakfast! Holy shitburgers!” Abby said, a bit shocked, as she came into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her obviously wet hair.

She was dressed in blue spandex shorts and a loose white tank top that had a red Nike swoosh on the front. She was barefoot, and I could see that she had bright pink nail polish on her toes. I hadn’t noticed that when we were naked in her room before, funny that.

“Well, I hope it’s not shitburgers! Smells way too good for that,” I said with a laugh as I searched Abby’s face for any signs of what we had just done with each other. She just looked at me and smiled a genuine smile of happiness.

Relief flooded through me, and a tension that I hadn’t even been aware that I’d been holding suddenly released from me like hot air from a balloon.

“Would you go and wake up, Mom, Jake? I just bet that she’d love to wake up to your face now that you’re home, Bro. Make sure that she comes out soon, I don’t want everyone’s food to get cold!” Heather said as she cracked another egg into the frying pan.

“Sure thing, Peanut,” I said as I left to do just that.

I’d been looking forward to seeing my mother since I’d decided to come home three days ago. She worked so hard for us, ever since Dad had died from lung cancer, and I wished that I could do a better job of helping her out. Money was tight; Dad’s medical bills had only been partially covered by his insurance. His treatments and medications hadn’t been cheap either, and they’d had to take a second and then a third mortgage out on the house. His life insurance policy paid off some of that when he’d died, but there was still a hefty mortgage remaining, plus feeding three kids, taxes, utilities, maintaining a car, and all of those other extras that always cost money. It all added up. I would need to ask her about the financial situation again. She was so closed off about it; she always said that she didn’t want me to worry, but I did anyway.

She was only thirty-seven, and she still looked as if she was around twenty-five; people often confused us for being siblings. A part of that was because of her job as a Yoga instructor and fitness trainer, and another part was just good genes. Our Grandma—her Mom—had looked roughly twenty years younger than she had really been all her life. She died a year before our Dad had, a drunk driver had slammed into the sidewalk cafe where she’d been eating lunch with a friend. Both she and her friend had died instantly; the driver had lived and received twenty-five to life. Apparently, that was his third drunk driving accident.

What I was really hoping to accomplish over the next few months was to get locked down into a good enough job so that my Mom could retire from working at the bar. She already worked a forty-hour workweek at Lenny’s Fitness Gymnasium and Sports Center. For the past three and a half years, she’d been burning the candle at both ends to keep the bills paid by bartending at Joey’s. It was a semi-decent nightclub that did profitable business on the weekends. She made enough in tips to keep us all with a roof over our heads, but it always seemed to be just enough to float by with. I wanted to see her smile again, for something other than just expressing her love for her kids.

If there was one thing about our mother, there was no doubting just how much she loved us. She’d die for us willingly and was the fiercest Mama Bear if she even thought that someone was doing something wrong to her children. I felt the same way about her and my sister’s as well; I just had to do right by them. I needed to do right by our Dad too, he had always been a pretty good father, and I wanted to make him proud of me wherever he was.

I opened her bedroom door and walked over to where she was curled up under her bedsheet. She was almost impossible to wake up without heavy shaking on her shoulder, so I would need to jiggle her for a couple of minutes. She’d get so tired from working two jobs that many times we’d have to shake her for over five minutes to get her up and going.

As I stepped up to the bed, I looked down upon her. She was facing me, and her head was tilted at the perfect angle to admire her from; her blonde hair looked so sexy with the way it was splayed out around her. God, she was so beautiful. I’d always known it, but I’d never really consciously thought about it while looking at her before. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, and I could see exactly where my sisters got their features from. Their strong brows, perfectly angled noses, super kissable thick lips, a jawline that was the perfect balance between pointy and square, thick eyebrows, but not bushy, even their ears were perfectly sized, shaped, and centered.

Mom looked so peaceful when she slept, it was nice seeing her look stressfree. I had the strongest urge to bend down and kiss her all of a sudden, and not with just a peck on the lips or cheek like a normal son would, but a nice long and loving one, right on her luscious lips. The desire was instantly running rampant throughout me. I wanted to kiss her so badly that I ached. I felt the foggy haze of lust starting up in my brain again; it was like an opium cloud that mutated my senses and helped drive my baser instincts forward. I wanted to slip my tongue into her mouth, the mouth of my beautiful mother.

My breathing was shallow and rapid, and I could feel my nostrils flare as I noticed her scent. It smelled so comforting, warm, and loving; it was such a familiar scent, but never had it affected me like an aphrodisiac before. I believe it was Obsession—by Calvin Klien; it was such a womanly scent, unlike the girly scents that I was more familiar with among women my age or younger. I wanted to press my nose against the base of her neck and smell her up close. I wanted to kiss, nibble, and suck from her collarbone to up behind her ear.

My cock was throbbing again. I didn’t even realize that I had gotten hard. I gave myself a shake. What the fuck was wrong with me!? I was definitely mentally ill. I had to be because there was no other explanation for everything that fit.

I heard voices in my head. I’ve been home for less than twenty-four hours, and I’ve played with one sister’s ass after spanking the shit out of her, and then I jerked off onto my other sister while watching her jill herself off in front of me. Now here I was, supposed to wake up our mother so that she could come and eat breakfast with us, and I’m fantasizing about kissing her and sucking on her neck.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!

Sigh. Yelling in my head didn’t help. I reached out a trembling hand and shook my Mom’s shoulder.

“Mom, hey, time to wake up! Wakey, wakey! It’s Jake, I’m home, wake up, Mom!” I said as I shook her shoulder.

She was definitely way out of it, just like she often was after working at the bar all night. I shook harder, and she flopped around, groaned, and then turned onto her side, completely facing me. The light sheet that had been covering her fell to her waist, and all of a sudden, I could see down the front of her slinky black nightie. My brain froze, and the lust came surging over me just as an avalanche wipes away a helpless skier.

I could see the rounded tops of her breasts, the milky white of her flawless yet pale skin; they looked mouth-wateringly good. If I moved forward, then I might be able to see a nipple, I thought. I felt a tightness from my balls to my chest, and my cock was so hard that I was compelled to grab it and squeeze. I stepped closer to her window to get a better angle and looked down her nightie. I could see the nipple of her right breast; it looked breathtakingly beautiful, and I wanted to suck it. It was a gorgeous shade of reddish-pink, and the areola was about an inch in diameter, capped by a perfect pencil eraser sized nub. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to bite it and squeeze it. I reached out a trembling yet eager hand.

I took a deep, shuddering breath as I closed my eyes and mentally berated myself again. I was going fucking crazy. I was a lunatic. Why, oh why, was I having all of these perverted incestuous desires? I’d never been attracted to any of them sexually before last night, no matter what I’d said earlier to Abby about getting boners. What the hell was happening to me! Now I wanted to fuck my own mother, and I’d just come so close to grabbing her tit while she was lying there sleeping!

“Hey, Jake? What’s taking so long? Breakfast is ready, and Heather is actually getting anxious,” Abby said, breaking my reverie.

“One of those deep sleep’s, I guess. She’s not waking up so easy, Abs,” I said with relief that she’d walked in. I reached out and grabbed Mom’s shoulder again and shook, “Wake-up, Mom.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts as I shook her; they jiggled like a firm bowl of Jello. For a thirty-seven-year-old woman, her tits looked amazing. I could still see her one reddish-pink nipple, and I was mesmerized. I couldn’t look away, even with Abby standing right next to me.

“Let me do it. Jeez, you’re way too gentle. No wonder you’re still in here,” Abby said with a hint of disdain. “MOM! GET UP! JAKES HOME!” she yelled as she shook her like she was dusting a doormat.

Her tits flopped a lot, and my cock dribble pre-cum. I could feel the wet spot in my underwear. Thank goodness I had put on tight boxers and baggy shorts after my shower. Abby continued her assault upon our poor Mom until her eyes fluttered open.

“Jake?” Mom mumbled as she tried to focus.

“Yeah, I’m right here, Mom,” I said with a grin.

Her arms snaked out, and she pulled me down onto her as she gave me a huge hug, “Jake-e-poo! I missed you, my sweet, sweet boy!”

“I missed you too, Mom,” I mumbled into her shoulder as she attempted to smoother me unintentionally.

I could feel her breasts against my chest. It was the first time in my life that I actually consciously thought about them as they pressed into me. I mean, they must have pushed against me a gazillion times throughout my lifetime. She hugged me a lot; our mother was a big believer in distributing hugs. Yet, I had never thought of them as sexual parts—until now, today. Fucking hell, what was wrong with me?

“Mom, ya gotta get up! You’re never going to believe this unless you see it for yourself,” Abby said with a slight tone of incredulousness. She still didn’t trust the changes in our baby sister. Understandably so.

“What, Honey?” our Mom asked as she gathered her wits.

“Heather made us all breakfast, and she hugged me. I mean, she actually hugged me, Mom. I couldn’t believe it! She told me that she was sorry for being a bitch to me for so long, and she actually cried while asking me for forgiveness. Then she said that she wanted to make us all breakfast, and she actually freakin’ did it!” Abby said as her voice carried a tone of wonder to it.

“What?! No way! You’ve got to be kidding me!” our Mom exclaimed in disbelief as she swung her legs over the bed and pushed the sheet off while I stood back up.

The way that she leaned forward for a second to push herself off the bed allowed me to see both of my Mom’s tits in all of their glory. They looked like the breasts you’d expect to see on a girl around my age, firm and juicy. I wanted to suck on them so badly that I was almost salivating, and it took all of my willpower not to tackle her down and rip off her nightie.

Shit, fuck me, why am I going crazy with lust! I don’t wanna feel this way about my Mom! Oh, God, please help me! I had to get out of there. If I stayed in the room one minute longer, I might attack either one of them. Now I was being bombarded with images of Abby’s cum soaked tits and pussy as she rubbed herself.

“Mom, I gotta run out to the store. I’ll be back soon. Love you,” I said as I rushed out of her room.

“Jake? What do you need at the store, Honey? Jake?” my Mom’s voice followed me down the hall.

“I’ll be back soon! Don’t worry! Love you,” I yelled back as I hustled to the front door and grabbed my shoes before realizing that I had to run to my room to get my truck keys.

“Jake? Aren’t you going to eat the breakfast that I made you! I wanted us to all eat together!” Heather said so sadly that it fractured my heart and cut me to the quick.

I turned to face her and used every ounce of willpower that I owned to shove my lust aside. “Yes, of course! Sorry, Peanut. I wasn’t thinking properly. It smells delicious, and I’m so hungry that I could eat a horse!” I exclaimed as I smiled warmly at her.

She lit up like a Christmas tree at night, and it made my struggle for sanity worthwhile just to see it. I took off my shoes and sat down at my spot at the table.

Heather brought me a plate full of food, and it looked great.

“Jake-e-poo? I thought you were running out to the store?”

“Yeah, after we all eat together. Heather made all of this for us; doesn’t it look amazing?” I said, trying to keep my eyes on my plate.

I shivered as my mother put her hand on my shoulder; her fingernails just barely grazed my neck, causing me to break out into goosebumps.

“Heather! Honey! You did all of this?” our Mom gasped out in pleasantly surprised shock.

There were plates full of bacon, fried ham slices, hash browns, freshly sliced tomatoes, thick slices of cheddar, and a considerable pile of buttered toast. She had also made each of us the usual amount of fried eggs that we liked to eat.

Heather had been taking the last of the eggs out of the pan and had her back to us, and when she turned around, she had the most pitifully sorrowful look upon her young face that I had ever seen. I almost ran to scoop her up into my arms because I felt so bad.

“Mom!” she sobbed as tears flowed down her face. “I’m sooooo, so, sorry! I’ve been the absolute worst daughter in the whole wide world! I’ve been a lying, stealing, drug-taking, little bitch! I’ve said hateful things to you, and I never cared about anyone but myself! I missed Daddy so much, and I used that as an excuse to be lazy and mean! I never had the thought that you guys all missed him just as much as I did! I never thought about how much I was hurting you! Please, please forgive me, Mommy!” she wailed as she collapsed onto the kitchen floor in a pile of broken sobs.

“Oh, Honey! My little, Honey-Bear! Of course, I forgive you!” our Mom gushed as she rushed over to hug Heather where she was slumped on the floor, and she started crying too.

“Shit, she’s really serious about changing, isn’t she,” Abby whispered into my ear as her lips brushed my lobe, giving me another case of goosebumps.

“Yes,” I replied quietly, willing myself to not get up and grab anyone’s naughty parts.

I shuddered as I battled within myself not to seize Abby by the back of her head and start kissing her with more passion than I’ve ever felt. She wrapped her arms around me and leaned against my back; her gorgeous tits blazed their way through me like a nuclear bomb. I felt my cock leaking. I was doomed. I couldn’t exist around them like this, and I didn’t know why it was happening. I wanted them, all three of them. I wanted to lick them, kiss them, fuck them, and make love to them. I wanted it hard and dirty, and soft and sweet; I wanted them in all the different ways possible. I wanted to stick my cock in both of my sisters and my mother. God, I felt so dirty.

I started shoveling food into my mouth. I missed most of what Heather and Mom were saying, but they seemed better. Both of them were still sniffling, but there were some laughs mixed in with the sobs now. That’s always a good sign, I figured. Abby was still leaning against my back, her tits ... my God, her tits.

Heather bent to whisper into my ear again, “I can see that you’re being normal again by looking at your lap. I feel normal in my lap too.”

I groaned.

With a mouthful of bacon, I told my baby sister how good her breakfast was. I demolished what was on my plate, and by the time the three women sat down, I was done.

“I think your brother liked your cooking, my Darling Honey-Bear! He almost licked his plate clean!” she quipped as she rubbed Heather’s arm affectionately, and Heather beamed happily at her and then at me.

I almost licked your succulent tits, you mean.

Fuck. I looked around the table, and all I saw were three gorgeous faces that I wanted to make-out with or mouths that I wanted to stick my cock into. If I looked down, I saw three pairs of breasts that I wanted to squeeze, suck, and titty-fuck. I had to go. I had rubbed my baby sister’s ass and played with her asshole, I had jerked off and shot a tremendous amount of cum all over my other sister’s tits, stomach, and pussy, so what would happen between my Mom and me if I stayed? Everything keeps escalating; I’d probably fuck her and shoot her full of her son’s jizz. Has she been fucked since Dad died? If I fucked her, would she like that? Does she secretly want some incestuous seed filling all her holes?

No! God, no. Just get up and go! Now! Now dammit!

“I didn’t like it, I loved it! It was awesome, Peanut! I love you so much, baby Sis! I gotta run now. I’ll be back later,” I said as casually as I could.

“Okay, Jake. I was planning on making spaghetti and meatballs for supper at around six. Will you be here? I work at the bar tonight. I’m starting at eight, so I need to leave here at a quarter after seven,” Mom informed me with a gorgeous smile, one that said, please come and fuck me right now on top of the table, son. No, it didn’t! You liar!

“I work tonight too, Bro! Did I tell you that I got a job at Hooters!” Abby said as her eyes lit up.

Sure, I’d love to play with your Hooters, Sis!

“Um, no, you didn’t, but Mom mentioned that to me the other day when I’d called. Congrats Abby! What time do you start?” I asked while trying to only look into her eyes.

“Seven until one in the morning, but I don’t usually get out until almost two. By the time we sort the tips and clean up, it’s at least one-thirty. I love the job, the girls there are so nice, and the owner seems like a real sweetheart,” she gushed with enthusiasm for her new job.

“I wish you’d look for something somewhere else, Honey. They make you dress like a hooker! Plus, it’s all the way down near the bad side of town, and men get aggressive enough when they drink, you certainly don’t need to add in the temptation of rape by what they make you wear for the job,” our mother admonished her gently out of worry.

Yeah, look at me, almost raping my own family members because of what they wore, football jerseys, spandex booty shorts, and silky black nighties.

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Buttholes and clits and slits, oh my!

Shit, I wonder how long that I’ve got until I went utterly looney?

“How do you get to and from work, Abs? Do you get a ride?” I asked curiously.

I’ll give you a ride! Oooooh yeah, baby! Groooovy!

“I get a ride with Shelly. She’s a friend from school who hooked me up with the job in the first place. She’s a real sweetie,” Abby said with a smile.

Mmm, I bet she rides your face and tastes real sweetly!

I wonder if I’ve leaked enough pre-cum to drown a small village yet? I really must go!

“Gotta go; I’ll fuck you all later. Lust for you very much!” I mumbled as I bolted for the door.

“What, Jake? Didn’t quite catch that, Honey,” Mom asked sweetly.

“I said, I’ll see you all later. I love you very much!”

I’d been sitting in my truck in the Walmart parking lot for almost an hour, I had no fucking clue what the hell was wrong with me. I did know that after I got away from my sisters and my Mom, I almost felt normal again. My perpetual hardon went away, and my uncontrollable lust became a background buzz. What for the life of me I couldn’t figure out was WHY!? Why did I want to fuck my sisters and my mother so badly? I had never had any incestual thoughts before yesterday in my whole life. Now I couldn’t get rid of them or stop thinking about them.

Yes, it’s completely normal to fuck your mother and sisters. You know you want it. I bet Heather tastes like cotton candy, ain’t that dandy! Jack Flash! Lickety-split! Get in that wet little slit!

I had to admit to myself one very serious thing while I was sitting there. No matter how I sliced it, dissected it, or tried to understand it, it didn’t change one essential fact. I desperately wanted to have sex with my sisters and my mother. I swear to God that if someone had come up to me a couple of days ago and told me that I wanted to fuck my mother, I would have decked them out. Now I’d happily fuck her in every way imaginable, and I didn’t know why, but there had to be a catalyst to this massive change in me, no? What made me go from thinking that it would be utterly gross to stick my cock in my mother to thinking that it would be the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Of course, its the greatest thing since sliced bread, it’s the very first pie that you ever tasted! That’s because there’s no place like home, m’boy! Pray, do tell, where did you live for the first nine months of your life? GO HOME, BOY! WHERE YOU BELONG!

When I pulled down Heather’s shorts and saw her ass, that was the first time that I had any incestual thoughts. Could that be the answer? As simple as just seeing my baby sister’s butt? Wait, no, that can’t be right. When I threw her onto my bed, that’s when I first thought anything sexual about her. The first time ever. Was that the catalyst? Did an easy to make observation about how beautiful she was just start the ball rolling to where it had now snowballed out of control? I mean, it is pretty easy to see that all three of them are sexy and desirable women. Any straight man would happily bed them if they weren’t related to them.

So did the actual visual stimulation of Heather’s naked cute, and sexy little ass add fuel to what was otherwise a small ember? Did the act of spanking her turn that fire into the raging inferno that I now felt inside? I did enjoy rubbing her ass and touching her asshole very much, no matter that I know just how wrong it was to do so. What about what had happened with Abby. She made her own choices. I did nothing to push her into getting naked and masturbating with me. I obviously yelled at her, unfairly to be honest, but I didn’t coerce her or threaten her or anything. She just kept staring and staring. It was apparent that she wanted to see my cock.

Nothing happened with my Mom, thank God! I got a little peek, which is no big deal anyway. She certainly has some sexy breasts. God, I had wanted to touch them and suck on them so badly. I can’t believe how close I had come to grabbing one before Abs showed up.

Peek-a-boob! Mommy’s got some lovely tits! Gotta get me some, licks n’ licks n’ licks!

Okay, I need to look at the bigger picture. Wanting to fuck my sisters and mother is one thing, but losing control of myself to where I might actually attack them to get what I wanted was another. I had felt like I was losing the ability to control myself right before I’d left, and it’d been getting progressively harder. So that’s the big picture, I can’t control myself around them. I’m afraid that I might go too far. So if I’m not safe to be around them, then what do I do? Where do I go? How do I break their hearts if I don’t go home?

Don’t break their hearts. Break a sweat. Abby wants you to stay, to play, and play, and lay. It’s normal, ask her lap.

I had no answer to this dilemma either. Maybe if I jerked myself off before going around them? Live in my room and just come out for meals after I just shot a load? That sounds like fun; I’d have one super-duper Popeye arm and get carpal tunnel syndrome. Maybe Abby and I can play, she obviously wants to, and we could just do like before, no touching. I mean, I could resist touching her, right? Would it really be all that bad if there was just a little touching?

Touching, sucking, fucking, it’s all the same. Don’t ask what your cunt can do for you! But what you can do to your mother’s and sisters’ cunts!

What if she like, really, really wanted to jerk my cock for me. I could allow that, right? If I concentrated on Abby, then maybe that would give me the strength I needed to leave Heather and Mom alone. I could leave Mom alone and perhaps just rub her a little when she’s sleeping, like a massage or something. Yeah, I could just cuddle her from behind ... Mmm, cuddle her behind ... and hold it and lick it...

A security guard tapped on my window, startling the shit out of me, and I jerked up in my seat, my heart stuttering. I had been totally absorbed within my thoughts. I rolled the window down.

“Yeah?” I asked as my heart was trying to decide if it was going to stay inside my chest or not.

“Are you waiting here for someone, sir?” a middle-aged, slightly pudgy, balding mall cop asked as he stared at me with beady eyes.

“No, I was just doing some thinking,” I replied, already seeing where this was going.

“Well, we got a complaint about a guy just sitting out here in his truck. It seems like you’re making our customers nervous, so if you aren’t shopping here today...”

“Yeah, no worries. I’ll be on my way, just having some family issues. You know how it is,” I said as I gave the dipshit a friendly smile and started up my truck.

I sighed and drove down to Gold King’s Pawn and Loan. I wanted to ask the guy that I knew there about the silver cross that I’d found. I figured that it should be worth something, if not for the artistry, then at least for its weight in silver.

Traffic was shitty; it seemed like just about everyone was out because it was such a beautiful Saturday in July. I had to park five blocks away. I grabbed the duffle bag with the cross, stuffed enough coins in the meter to make sure that I wouldn’t get a ticket, and decided that I would actually enjoy the walk. It was really nice out, nowhere near as hot as New Orleans had been, which improved my mood immensely, so did seeing all the sexy chicks dressed for summer. Titties and asses were on display everywhere.

Buttholes and clits and slits, oh my!

Not any cock’ll do. My mother wants my sticky goo. My sisters want my diddling stick. I don’t know who to screw. I don’t know who to screw.

I had a lot of time to kill, it was only a little past noon, and I didn’t think that I’d be going home until at least Mom and Abby had left to go to work. Actually, I dunno if I should be in the house alone with Heather right now. Shit, I didn’t think of that. Oh well, I would deal with that bridge when I got to it.

I’d bridge the gap between her thighs and burn her hymen down!

I got to the pawnshop after a brisk walk and went inside; the door chime alerted whoever was in there to my presence. I saw just the man that I was hoping to speak to, Bruce Goodwin. I’d been pawning or selling stuff to him ever since my Dad had gotten sick. Some of the loans had helped out quite a bit at the time. He was a good guy, and I knew that I could trust him to give me a fair price.

“Hey, Bruce. How’s it hanging, man?” I greeted as I walked over to where he was leaning on his counter.

He looked the exact same as I had last seen him—brown buzzed cut hair, a thick goatee, and more gold chains around his chubby neck than Mr. T had in his heyday. He could probably start a brand new pawnshop, just based upon the gold weight around his neck. He was a big guy, fat, but the kind of fat that could still kick ass and take names. People around here knew not to mess with Bruce.

“Hey, hey! If it isn’t Jake, the never late, O’Conner! How you doing? It’s been quite a while. Thought that maybe you skipped town or something and didn’t come to say goodbye to your old buddy,” Bruce said jovially.

“I did, sorta, but only for six weeks, I went down to New Orleans to see about apprenticing as a Mason, seeing as how they’re supposed to be rebuilding and all,” I said with a shrug.