"But, this is wrong! I can't do this!?" you ask yourself. Again, the memories of your father and how she mistreated her flow through like a nightmare. You stand up on the bed. Your mother reaffirms her position again, she is eager for you. You smile nervously as she awaits your embrace. She yelps a soft-bark as if she is telling you to dive in. You get near her plot, its hot the closer you get. 