Somehow, the guy on the bus knew I was sick

Somehow, the guy on the bus knew I was sick & offered me his seat. I sat down & he had to stand right next to me with his junk in my face. He didn't have it out or anything. Still,

It made me feel slightly uncomfortable as I bit down the urge to shove him away to give myself space. Turning my head down, i try to ignore the sight, despite how close he was

he seem, however, even more determined now. It became obvious that some drastic measure needed to be taken. Like...

having sex with his mother.

"NO!" Lexi cried,clapping her hands over her mouth. "He DIDN'T!" "That means," I went on to explain, "that you are both your brother's sister & his daughter." Lexi's face contorted

like one of those little rubber face-contorting finger puppet thingies. I was immediately sorry that I had told Lexi the truth about her brother. She left the room, then returned

wearing a matte black morph suit and with a sock puppet on either hand. Lexi's expression was flat as she waited for me to react. I put on my best poker face as the right puppet

She threw the black suit across the room and grabbed a white and tan outfit from the closet that would be more appropriate in the dry desert heat. Dressing, she strapped her gun on

to her forehead, thought it fashionable and smirked to herself, thinking, this is NRA country, afterall. One must blend in with the crowd.