![]() ![]() The place where we chanced to encounter this unexpected piece of gardening was an isolated fishing cabin by a small lake. The flavorful foliage was already dispensing its succulent, sharp oil in my orifice. "It freshens your breathe and improves your mood and cools you down." I passed on the folklore I had learned about the herb, as I stuck a big leaf onto my own tongue. "Here, put a leaf in your mouth, you like mint, don't you?" Danny didn't have a chance to answer anything but a mumbled 'uhm-humm' as I popped a spear shaped piece of greenery in his pie hole. "They have a patch of mint!" I plucked several sprigs of the aromatic plants. "OH! Look!" I exclaimed to my son, as I pointed out a plot of low vegetation, colored a bright jade tint, growing next to the building. They told me that they enjoyed it, and hope that you will too. It is written at their request, and is a fictionalized account of what might have happened, before they actually initiated their adventure into incest, thirteen years after the start of when they both began to have desires for one another. This story is for Cassie and Danny, mother and son who shared their private, personal, and true tale of incest in the letter, which I have reprinted/posted under the title of "Blame It On The Author". ![]()
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