Chapter 6
Frank Cobb marched purposefully across the campus, not certain what he felt or what he was going to say when he got there.
He felt disgusted with himself for what he'd done to Sandy. Not fucking her in the ass-she'd begged for that. For trying to hurt her. He was glad he'd been unable to because he didn't like hurting anybody.
He was angry that Vera and maybe Sandy were going to leave the academy. He didn't want Vera to leave. She sparked something inside him he couldn't quite define, and he could tell that she was attracted strongly to him as well. He didn't want to lose her. And he was thoroughly pissed at the two cunt lieutenants he'd met after he'd left Sandy and Bill and Wilma all fucking and hurried around the lake in what he knew would be a futile effort to catch up with Vera and try to explain to her. Instead, he'd run into those two bitches. Beth Smith had tried to do her superior officer number on him again, and he'd all but told her to go fist fuck herself.
They were the reason Vera was going to leave. First the shower duty episode to degrade her, and now this laps around the lake business. There might be ten more things he didn't know about, but the two were enough. When students were ready to leave because of the hazing, somebody had to hear about it. This wasn't the fucking Army yet.
He strode along the walk and under the trees and paused, looking at the small cottage. He swallowed, trying to think of the best way to put things to her. She might be behind it all. They were her subordinates. Maybe they were just following orders. In which case, she was responsible for Vera's wanting to leave. Then he'd let her know he knew it and that he was ready to go higher up to raise hell. If she didn't know what the two bitches were doing, then she should.
He sucked in his breath and headed for the cottage, his jaw set. He rapped on the door. It sounded to his ears like banging. When it opened, he stood there and stared, all the words flying off somewhere.
She wasn't in uniform. She wore a low-cut sundress, dazzingly bright yellow. She had her hair done in soft waves that made her look ten years younger, more feminine than he could have imagined. Her tits thrust at the halter of the sundress, and he could see they were braless. The nipples poked at the material plainly. She wore a low heeled sandal kind of shoe that tied around her trim ankles. A subtle, heady perfume wafted from her supple body and hooked into his nostrils and took his breath away. A delicate gold bracelet dangled from her wrist as she held the door and looked at him.
"C-uh-Cadet Cobb requesting permission to speak to the captain, Captain!" he bellowed in proper military fashion, snapping to attention.
There was a long pause. Could it be she hadn't heard him? He looked at her, feeling flustered. There was a slight smile on her full, red lips, and he couldn't help thinking how goddamn beautiful she was.
"Come in, Frank," she said softly. "I was hoping you'd come."
She turned from the door, walking inside. He watched the fluid motion of her hips and ass under the skirt of the sundress. He noticed the halter straps had a simple tie at the top of her neck, that her entire back was bare. He closed the door and began following her through the small house, wondering where she was leading him. Maybe there was a porch in back or something.
When she walked into her bedroom and stopped by the bed and turned around to face him, he stood in the doorway, flustered as hell. He'd never been in a captain's bedroom before.
"Ma'am, I've got to inform you of something that" he started stiffly, sweat beginning to trickle from his armpit.
"Later, Frank," she said softly beckoning him into the room to stand in front of her.
Her eyes were deep blue. There was something hot and irresistible in them as she looked directly at him and reached up slowly to the nape of her neck and undid the halter tie. His own eyes bulged when she let the straps down, peeling the cups from her pointed tits. The garment hung from her waist.
"Don't make me give orders, Frank," she whispered breathily. 'I'm tired of giving orders." She reached for the top, button of his shirt and began working her way down, sliding cool hands inside the gap and around to his back.
She stripped his shirt from him, making it slide down his arms. She looked at his chest, her, eyes roaming over the young, muscular lines of it. She touched him, her eyes distant, as if remembering. Then she slid her arms around him again and pressed her naked tits against him, the nipples burning into his hard flesh.
A soft expulsion of breath came from her parted lips. She looked ready to swoon or something. Her hips came forward, cupping his, her pussy mound now rubbing back and forth across the cock he couldn't keep from stiffening right then if his life depended on it.
"Captain Garner . . . " he said huskily, "I didn't
"Oh, Frank, shut up and fuck me," she breathed, hugging him tightly to her full, soft body.
"I thought you were supposed to be-oh, God..."
She pulled back slightly and smiled at him in an odd way, smoothing back a lock of hair from his forehead in a manner he'd have to call maternal.
"So did I. Frank," she said. "For too many years, I thought I was Lez too. After you've fucked me, you can tell them we were all wrong."
"Oh, Ma'am "he groaned, his cock throbbing wildly now. He knew she could feel it pressing into her pussy mound.
"Later-there's something else you can call me, Frank later."
She drew him toward the bed. She lifted up on her toes and put her soft lips to his mouth, kissing him-fully. She ran her tongue between his lips, wet, darting, hot. She unhooked his buckle and slid the zipper of his fly down and began pushing his pants over his hips and ass.
She didn't have to give him orders this time. He reached around her slender waist and undid the zipper of her skirt. The garment slid down over her firm butt cheeks and smooth hips and puddled at her feet.
"Oh, God-fuck me!" she moaned, falling back onto the bed, her knees lifting up and falling wide, her hips rising, her spine arching.
Frank looked at her body and nearly shot his load right then. Her cunt was bald! He stared at the wide-open oval of pink wetness and flew on top of her, feeling like a clumsy bastard.
"God, yes!" She grabbed his cock, testing the girth of it quickly with her fingers, aiming it toward her yearning hole. She put her hands on his ass and pulled inward, making his prick slither up her silken cunt in one slippery thrust. Her mind whirled, her hips circled, her hot cunt muscles squeezed down around the big prick and sucked it deeply into her body.
Vera arched her spine and felt her body shudder. His cock came in and in and in, as if it would never stop.
There'd been too many things up her pussy, fingers and toys and things, for there to be much of a cherry left in her. There was only a quick prick of pain and then nothing but a flood of sensation as she took her first hard male prick into her body. "Ohhhh, God!" she cried. "You're fucking me! Don't fuck me! Oh, yes-harder! Make me come!"
"Ohhhh, so sweet, soft, slick!" he gasped, stretching inside her pussy, dipping down with his chest so that the tips of her nipples brushed stingingly, erotically across the hairs there.
His prick lay fully in her virginal pussy tunnel, soaking, tasting, feeling the sweet, delicate sensations of her cunt. Her pussy walls shivered and jittered all around the hard length of his prick, sucking and pulsing: Juice flowed from them, making a sea of lubrication for his throbbing prick. He moaned again, sliding backwards slightly, then forward, fucking her gently, tenderly.
Vera couldn't keep from going a little wild. She'd been right at the point of coming with the prick up her ass, and now this new one-and she could tell absolutely that he wasn't one of the two first ones-was being so tender and gentle and erotic with her heated body that she couldn't stop the sensations flooding through her from taking over.
She lifted her knees and threw her legs around his ass, locking her ankles again, willingly this time, without ropes. Her pussy opened wide, and she could feel his cock sink into her another inch. Her cunt lips bloated and puffed out around his hairy root, and she could feel them sucking at big prick wantonly.
Her mind was in a whirl. She rocked back and lay there and let his prick slide in and out of her cunt with increasing speed and fervor.
So this is what it's like to be fucked, she thought. This is what Sandy's been talking about all the time, trying to get her to do.
"Ahhhh, God-fuck me harder!" she cried. Oh! Ow! My hands!"
Pain went through her shoulder. It made her aware that her hands were under the line of her. spine, all cramped together, still tied at the wrists. She couldn't shift the ball it made of her fists that dug right into the small of her back.
"What?" he groaned, clearly hating the interruption.
"My hands are killing me. Oh, please untie them."
He paused, unsure. "This a trick?" His voice sounded funny-kind of strained, as if he were trying to disguise it.
"Does it feel like a trick? Isn't my cunt wet enough for you? Doesn't it feel like I want you to fuck me?" She squeezed her pussy muscles shamelessly around his hard prick.
"Why do you want to fuck me? I'm raping you.
"Not any more. Not now. I'm a woman now. You've made me a woman, and I love it. I want to fuck. Oh, God-I want to fuck! It's crazy, I know, but I don't even care who you are. You're gentle. You care. You started out wanting to use me, seeing that I was tied up and helpless, but you haven't abused me the way the others did. And now I'm using you. Isn't that funny? Oh God, untie my hands so I can throw my arms around your neck and hug you while I fuck your big hard prick!"
He gasped. She felt him shiver atop her and his cock throb inside her. Apparently, he believed her. The strange part was she had meant every word, because it was time for a change.
And she felt changed!
He rocked their bodies to the side, not giving up his deep penetration of her sweltering pussy. His hands worked at the knot, and then her wrists came free.
"Oh, thank you," she groaned, stretching her arms, making the muscles in them work again. She slid them around his neck and hugged him to her, feeling the hair at the back of his neck to see if it was Frank fucking her so beautifully. It wasn't.
She thrust her hips at him, adjusting her butt on the ground. "Now," she cried openly. "Fuck me!"
He puffed against the side of her face and drove his prick into her pussy harder and harder. The angle was different now, without her hands under her back, and it made her pussy tighter than ever, better able to suck around his prick and pull him into her body.
"Ohhhhh, God, yes! Fuck me!" she cried wantonly, tossing her head; wishing the black bag would work up over her eyes so she could see who this gentle, hot fucker was.
It was fitting that she couldn't see him, didn't know who he was; There was no personality, then. Just prick. Just fucking. Just the sensation she'd denied herself all these years. It was pure sex, without overtones ~r distracting meanings. He was cock, and she was hussy, and her emoOtions soared
"Ahhhh, God-it's so good!" he croaked tightly, his voice losing that disguised sound.
Vera gasped and nearly froze. He pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He gasped and breathed with increasing heaviness, and she knew he was about to come.
Her body went wild. She tossed her hips and sucked with her pussy and fucked him as if she'd fucked a thousand times before and knew just how to bring a man off and make his prick throb and squirt violently in her pussy.
"Oh, God! God!" he groaned: "So hot!"
"Yes! Ohhhh, your prick is so good! Fuck me! I'm going to come!"
"Yes!" he choked.
"Now-now! Come with me! Now! Fuck my girl's body! Fill me with hot cum! Hose it into my pussy and come as hard as you want!"
"Oh, Jesus, what a sweet young-kid Now! I'm coming!"
It was now or never. She lifted her hips and pulled his ass in with her locked ankles, sinking his prick so deeply he couldn't pull it out. Then she moved her hands from his neck and pulled the hateful bag up over her head just as his cock bucked heavily and shot the first jet of hot cum into the back of her pussy. She stared directly into his eyes and saw the shock there as he looked at her face and recognized her. He couldn't have known who she was by looking at her body, because it had been the wrong body for the many years he hadn't wanted to look at it.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried happily, taking his cum into her, her own orgasm whipping through her now. "Fuck this girl's body under you!"
"Vera!" he cried, his eyes shocking open. He tried to yank his hips back and his prick out of her sucking, milking pussy, but she had him locked in tight and he couldn't move.
"Oh, don't stop! Pour your cum into me! Damn you, Daddy-fuck my pussy and come in it and know you have a daughter!"
She shuddered violently, hugging her arms around him, coming and coming. It was the happiest moment of her life. It didn't matter how wrong it was supposed to be to get fucked by your father. It went much deeper than that, far beyond it.
He had felt desire for her. He had wanted her. Now he was pouring himself into her, giving her more of himself now than he ever had-and it was because she was a woman, with a desirable woman s body and slick pussy, not because she was his daughter and he'd harbored incestual desires for years. It was because he hadn't known she was his daughter that he'd been able to fuck her.
"Oh, my God . . " he croaked, unable to do anything but lie on her with his prick buried deep and his jism spurting again and again into, her sweet young pussy.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned finally, hugging him and kissing him, unable to suppress a tiny giggle. "Don't you see how funny it is? You, me neither one of us can go around any more pretending I'm not a girl. Not now, Daddy. Oh, hell, if this doesn't convince you of it, then I give up. You're hopeless!" She hugged him hard and couldn't stop laughter from bubbling up inside her and making her pussy muscles nip and suck at his full prick.
It took a while. But he started to chuckle too. He kissed her cheek. Then he hugged her tightly, rocking them back and forth on the ground.
"Oh, Vera, I've been such a blind, silly bastard haven't I? God, what was the matter with me. You're beautiful! You're every bit as lovely and desirable as your mother was-more! That's what got me when I saw you there. Oh, Jesus, I hope you don't think I go around taking advantage of tied up girls all the time. It was-I should have known it was you. God, you looked just like her-the way she used to look-the way oh, Vera," he nearly sobbed suddenly, burying his face against her neck. "Vera, what have we done!"
She kissed him gently. She held him. She felt a sob of anguish rock his body. "We've found each other, Daddy," she said softly. "That makes it all right. It does, it does! I've wanted you to love me all my life-for me, for what I am, a girl!"
"Aaagh, what a silly bastard I've been! Running, running, since your mother died, blaming you, jumping from one woman to the next, feeling cheated that I had no son, trying to . . . " He pulled back and gestured toward her full, spiring tit, a smile cracking his face. "Trying to pretend you were the boy I wanted. Jesus, how blind can a guy get?"
"Pretty blind," she giggled, pushing her tits into him, sucking her wet pussy up and down his prick. "Oh, Daddy-fuck me again? I really liked it. This is my first time, you know."
He looked at her. Her pushed at the ground suddenly. "No, Vera," he said seriously. "This was a mistake-a good one, but an honest mistake. If we did it again, it would be wrong."
He sat behind her, seeming embarrassed now, tugging up his pants. When he had them on, he looked at her naked body again. I doubt I'll forget;" he explained. "You certainly are a girl, honey; No question about it in my mind any more." "What are you doing here, Daddy?" "You wanted to see me.
"I mean up here," she insisted, pointing at the ground.
"I got here earlier than I thought I would. I saw a couple of girls lieutenants, I think they were asked were you were. The dark-haired one said you were down here at the lake. So, it seemed like a nice day, and . .. strange girl. Kept grinning, like she had some kind of joke she was p1aying." He looked at her, the question just dawning on him. "And what the hell are you doing up here, all tied up and naked? I heard you yelling for help." I was the butt of the joke Lieutenant Smith was playing," she said. "Never mind the rest of it. It's over. I want to leave here, Daddy. I want to go out in the world and be a woman, not a soldier boy. That's why I asked you to come up. He looked at her for a long, searching moment. "Of course, honey," he said quietly, "I've wronged you so badly ! I don't think I can deny you anything you ask from now on.
"Fuck me again?"
"Except that," he grinned. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, mind you, but-you're my daughter.
She hugged him impulsively. "Oh, Daddy! How I've longed to hear you say that!" I
"Come on," he said after a moment. "We'd better go see about getting you out of here."
Miriam squeezed her eyes tightly shut, biting her lower lip with her white, even teeth. She felt the big prick slide into her pussy and couldn't repress the shudder that went through her. She knew she shouldn't be doing this-fucking her own son. But maybe just maybe, since she knew for certain she was going to get pregnant again-maybe his cum would be the victor.
She had douched and douched after they'd emptied the last drops in their balls in her pussy last night, and maybe his would . . oh, God, it was crazy thinking! She just wanted Paul again some part of Paul! She knew he wouldn't want any part of her when he saw her again. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her. Two months, eighteen years ago. Wrinkles and sags and maturity intervening. She sure as hell didn't look like a teenager any more. How many women had there been for him since then? Did they swim before his eyes at night in a blurred, indistinguishable line of faces and tits and pussies?
"Ohhh, Captain!" Frank gasped, his prick buried in the wet, warm cavern of her pussy. Strangely wet.
"Hush! Don't talk!" she said quickly, giving him a slap on his naked butt. His voice wasn't Paul's. He ruined the illusion when he talked. "Don't say another word-just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my pussy with your cum! Ohhhh, God, fuck me the way you used to!"
Frank pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He didn't know what the hell she was babbling about. He never used to fuck her.And his name wasn't Paul, The captain had flipped her cork, that's what. She was, nuts. .
But she was a hot fuck that was for sure.
Miriam closed her eyes again. She squeezed down with her pussy muscles, She felt the big, heavy prick running in and out of her cunt. He didn't have Paul's smooth technique yet, but he would do. Oh, yes, he would certainly-do. Besides, she might have forgotten over such a big period of time.
The chest felt the same, hard and muscular. His butt was just as firm and round. His balls slapped at her asshole when he fucked his prick into her, and it all felt very close to the same. Now, if he could just hose his cum into her and knock her up, then a kind of circle would have been gone around, A crazy circle. But there was a certain completeness to it
"Ohhhhh, God" she cried tightly, lifting her hips, snaking her sucking pussy up around his spearing prick, drawing it back into the depths of her body. "Ohhh, it feels so good to get fucked again!"
Her hands went all up and down his back, around his shoulders, squeezing the muscled flesh. She felt his butt cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm buns, running them up and down his ass crack. She pressed on his asshole with one of them, screwing it around as if trying to fuck his butt with it.
All the while, her thighs swept up and down the outsides of his as she rocked back and forth on the small of her back, sucking and milking at his prick.
Frank didn't know what to make of her. At first he thought she was nuts. Now he wasn't sure. There seemed something almost desperate about the way she was twisting under him and feeling him all over, as if trying to draw some kind of essence from his body.
She sure was a hot one, he knew that. If he hadn't already blown his wad up Sandy's ass, he'd have lost his nuts in the captain's pussy long before now. Her cunt was fantastic. Whoever it was she kept babbling about who used to fuck her was sure a lucky guy. A little dumb, too, for giving her up. She wanted him back real badly-badly enough she was pretending he was the guy. Frank wasn't too young to figure that one out.
"Ah!" she cried sharply, her eyes staring wide. He glanced at her. She was lost back in time somewhere again, he could see it on her face. He felt her lift her pussy up around his cock and milk it.
Some little mouth in the back of her shivering tunnel nipped at the head of his prick and drove him wild. Her fingertip stopped circling his asshole, stiffened, and plunged right in. He felt his cock stretch at least two inches deeper into her cunt
I as he opened his mouth and yelled and blew his wad.
- "Yaaaagh!" he bellowed, spurting and hosing like a green kid with no control at all.
"Yes! Fuck me! Paul, fill my pussy! Oh, God, why did you ever stop! You shouldn't have stopped! I had your son! Aaaaargh!"
She shuddered and pulsed, thrashing wildly under the strong young body covering her. She felt the length of hard cock fucking inside her pussy, reaching for the back of her tunnel to hose it down and spurt cum up into the deepest recesses of her womb.
She nearly blacked out from the intensity of it. The room buzzed, and strange lights danced before her eyes. She even saw a vision of him, bending over, looking down -into her face, speaking her name, and the vision even had his voice to go with It.
"Miriam? Miriam? My God, it is you! What son, Miriam? What did you say about my son? Miriam?"
The vision danced before her eyes. It wouldn't go away. It became clearer, more focused, more real. She blinked several times. It wasn't Frank. Frank had his head buried in her shoulder, as if hiding from this man who had intruded into her bedroom at just the wrong moment.
"Who are you!" she cried frantically. "How dare you came in here! Get out, get out!"
"The girl said you left orders for me to come in, Miriam. I didn't know-I didn't realize Captain Garner would be ... Miriam, it's Paul Thomas- Vera's father. God, Miriam, don't you remember me?"
She looked at him. She stared at him. Her mind jumped forward eighteen years, and there was no mistaking him.
"Don't I remember you?" she choked. Her eyes blurred with tears. "Remember you? Oh God, Paul I"
She flung her arms toward him, open, beckoning, somehow rolling out from under Frank as if he didn't exist any more. Frank didn't look up. He was totally embarrassed, a little scared, too. He knew one thing. This must be the dude she was trying to recapture with him. He lay on the bed on his side, his face turned away. He wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke or something.
Then it came to him. The guy had said he was Vera's father. Holy shit, did that mean. He dared to look. As he feared, she was standing there in the doorway in her ed shorts. He grinned sheepishly at her. She didn't seem mad, though. In fact, she kept-looking from him to the guy hugging the hell, out of the captain and back again, the damndest expression on her face.
Then she came around, the other side of the bed-his side-very slowly. It looked like she was floating instead of walking. She knell down and put both her hands on his face, looking right into his eyes. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't close it.
Her face came next to his. Her soft lips puckered and touched his in a butterfly's kiss. "Fuck me, Frank?" she whispered oddly. "I want you to fuck me now. Oh, I want you to!" She mashed her lips against his then, pressing his hand against her firm tit, reaching for his cum-slick cock at the same time, pulling on it, trying to make it hard.
Miriam must have overheard. She broke it up with the guy and started half yelling. "No! Vera, no-you can't! Not with him! Not with Frank! You can't let him fuck you! Not in your pussy!
Paul lifted his head and looked at the boy's face for the first time. Frank looked back. They stared at each other. Vera watched them. Miriam looked around the circle, watching awareness dawn. The two-men looked at each other as if they'd each encountered his first mirror and the curious image in it.
"You gave me a son," Paul choked finally. "Miriam, that's what you said when-when
"When I was, coming."
"I looked for you, Miriam. I looked and looked. I don't know why I said those things and walked out that day. I went back, and you were gone. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. But you'd gone. You disappeared. I looked for years, and I couldn't find you."
"I was pregnant. Paul. And ashamed. I hid. I-we had a son, Paul. Some people took him. Good people."
The two men were still staring at each other. "Holy shit," Frank said after a moment. Very softly. He looked at the woman he'd just fucked. "Oh, holy shit-Mom?"
Miriam's eyes brimmed. She bit her lower lip and nodded, making a sound that was half choke, half giggle.
"Him?" Paul blurted, looking from Frank to Miriam, shaking his head. "Of course, him-I'd recognize me anywhere. But you were just . . . you and he. .
"We were fucking? Yes, Paul. I fucked my son-our son. Oh, darling, it's a long story."
"See, Daddy?" Vera said. "We're not the only ones. Want to fuck me again?"
"Again?" Miriam questioned, smirking. "It's another long story," Paul said meekly. "Maybe we can tell them to each other, Paul?" "I'd love that. Oh, Miriam, you were the only one that meant anything to me!"
Vera leaned over. "Fuck her, Daddy? She looked at Miriam. "Fuck each Quickly Make each other happy, while Frank and I" -, "You can't!" Miriam said again. "Don't you understand, Vera? Frank's your brother!" -
"Half brother, Captain. A guy named Frank Cobb. The only guy I ever felt anything for, besides my daddy and I won't say anything about the rest of it if you don't. I mean, he's not your half son." She grinned. "Move over, Captain. Since there's only one bed here, we're going to have to share it."
She came onto the bed on her back, lying beside Miriam. She looked into her father's eyes, then into Frank's. She opened her legs and took Frank's prick in her hand and pulled him to her.
"Don't fail me now, brother. We've been wanting this since shower duty,and you know it."
"I know it!" he choked.
'What shower duty?" Miriam said quickly.
"A long story, Captain. Frank grinned. "The one I came here to tell you about when you so delightfully interrupted me, Ma'am. But it can wait. Oh, yes "That's Mom, Mr. Cobb," He laughed and: kissed her mouth fully, just his prick sank into Vera's sweet, yearning cunt. "Ohhhh," he groaned. - "Daddy, Daddy-ohhhh, God, it feels so good, Daddy!" Vera cried, reaching up to pull her father's mouth to hers and kiss him hungrily.
Paul pulled back. He watched them fucking eagerly. He looked at Miriam, who was watching them too. She turned her head and looked into his eyes.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, yourself."
"Think we can remember how?"
"Let's find out," she said, spreading her legs, opening her bald pussy to his sight.
"What's this about?" he said, his eyes brightening.
"Another long story. Sorry it's going to be a little wet in there for you."
"Won't be the first time. I used to leave it sopping, remember?"
"I've never forgotten."
"Maybe we can-you know. I looked for you a long time."
"You found me. Now shut up and make me remember all of it. Ohhh, like that! Yes! Oh, my God! Paul!"
Vera glanced over at the sound of Miriam's cry. She watched her father's prick slide all the way into the bald pussy. She saw the look of ecstasy on his face and smiled happily. She put her arms around Frank's neck and hung from him, smiling into his face.
"Sorry it's a little wet in there for you," she said.
"In just a minute, it's going to be sopping."
"Fucking my own brother-aren't I terrible?" "Hell, no, you're the best."
"I didn't mean that," she said, giving him a playful slap. "Oh, God-Vera!" he gasped.
"Paul!"
"Yes, yes-now!" "Ohhhh, now! Fuck me, Fuck me!" "Ahhhhhgh!"
The bed rocked. They bellowed in unison, knowing nothing was going to be the same any more, because the time for a change had come.