Read the letter
From Torg Adventure
You can hear your heart thumping in your chest, as you reach across the table and pick up the letter. You flick open the folded piece of paper and start reading...
A minute later, you sigh heavily, and hang your head. When you open your eyes again, you fix them thoughtfully on your mother. She's still hunched over, tears falling like raindrops onto the tabletop.
Your sisters have been watching you intently since you started reading the letter. They're looking for somebody to tell them what to do, you realize. With dad gone, you're the man of the house now.
"Have either of you read this letter?" you ask your sisters calmly.
They shake their heads dejectedly.
"We haven't really had time, you know? We just woke up and she was like this. What does it say?" Tracy asks.
You don't reply, only turning to look at your mother some more. She's not making any sound now, just burying her head in her arms, hiding her face.
"Tracy, Milly. I'm going to need to talk to Mom," you announce.
"I'd like some privacy. Can you two hang out in the store room for a couple of hours?"
Tracy nods, "Sure. We can organize the supplies, right Milly?" she smiles half-heartedly.
Your youngest sister nods in reply. She gets up from the other side of the table, giving mom a little hug before walking over to join Tracy.
Before they walk off to the store room, Tracy turns to you and whispers something.
"I don't care what you do, bro. Just make her feel better. I've never seen Mom look like this."
She gives your mother a last pointed glance, before walking off to the store room with Milly. You wait until you hear the store room door click shut, and then you're alone with mom.
She hasn't moved, remaining hunched over the table. Watching her from the side here, the T-shirt she's wearing leaves a lot of leg exposed. Her breasts are so big, they're like cushions pressing against the table as she leans over it.
Nevertheless, you manage to forget about your lust for a few moments. The letter had shocked you. Not because your father had left you, although that was a major problem.
No, you had been most shocked by something else he had written on that letter...
"Mom," you shake her shoulder gently, "we need to talk."
She sits up, and you see her eyes are red and her cheeks moist from all the crying. You gaze intently at her face.
Why do some girls look so sexy when they're sad? You think to yourself.
"Dad knew, didn't he? About us being together last night."
She nods, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
"He asked me to do it. He wanted us to have another baby, but he...he couldn't give it to me. He said we needed to increase the population, and then he mentioned you..." She says, sniffling.
"I told him we couldn't...shouldn't! But he didn't listen. He insisted I seduce you, and get you to make me pregnant!"
She covers her face in shame and moans as she says this. You only stand and watch her. Your thoughts are racing a thousand miles a minute, as you ponder what your mother just said.
"So...You tricked me? You used me? I was just a convenient sperm donor to you?" you ask her, a hint of anger creeping into your voice.
"NO!" she half shouts.
"Last night was for real, I wasn't faking. You made me feel so good..." she confesses, embarrassed.
"Is that why he left?" you ask, understanding dawning.
She nods, her long blonde hair falling down over her eye as she does so.
"When I slept with your father, the sex was never so passionate. And he asked me to remember, when I was with you, it was only about the sperm. I wasn't meant to enjoy myself..."
"But you did," you reply, trying to hide a smile.
"Yes" she nods her head again, looking down at the table.
You think for a few more moments, then without saying another word, walk around the table to sit in the chair next to your mother. She looks up in surprise as she hears you sit down.
You take her hand in yours, and you both look deeply into each others eyes as you say...
I don't trust you any more / Be my wife / Now, do as I say!
