In Her Own Backyard

"Eighteen?" sneered Dante. "Isn't she only five? That is thirteen years from now. How are we going to have the supplies to take care of all of you? I didn't see any sign of Bishop bringing in supplies while we were gone. In fact, in only a few months, Bishop managed to have three years' worth of supplies walk out this door. I can't afford to keep you here anymore."

"Please!" the woman cried out again; however, this time, she was loud enough to wake me up. "Please let me stay."

"Okay," I yawned as Tank slowly set me back on my feet. "You can stay," I continued with a smile as I walked up to the woman I had seen fucking Bishop on Dante's couch. Yeah, I was really going to have to get rid of that thing as fast as possible.