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Step Son Sex to Survive


Copyright 2012 By JB Richards


Smashwords Edition


“It’s coming down pretty hard, Mom. Might want to ease up on the gas a bit.”

My step son’s simple, obvious words rang true to my ears, but they’d have huge ramifications to our lives in short order. It had happened so quick. We were driving down long and lonesome stretches of snow-swept roads, talking and enjoying ourselves on the way to the family Christmas get-together. It was picturesque, something out of one of those annoying paintings that always seemed to crop up around the holidays, with gentle, sweeping hills obscured by pristine and unbroken snow, and a gentle haze of white falling from the sky. It wasn’t a bad snow, by any stretch, and I’d driven in far, far worse. It’s amazing how quickly things can change, though.

Jim and I laughed and talked to pass the long hours of the drive. There were some stretches where towns and houses were hours apart, and we took every opportunity to stop, refuel and stomp some feeling back into our legs again. It was getting on towards late afternoon when he said those fateful words, the last town some thirty mile behind us, the next about the same some distance ahead. We were, quite literally, the middle of nowhere. Perfect, picturesque, beautiful, damnable nowhere.

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