Flo was getting drunk now, he could always tell. He listened as her words began to blur a little around the edges, and her sentences occasionally took...on extra verbs and adjectives. It never took much--Flo'd never been one to hold her liquor; two or three drinks, and she was under the table."You really think that good-looking Swede wants to get in your pants, huh?" he teased, ready for a little fun to keep the evening interesting. "What makes you think you've got anything he wants? You're not. Cleaning the house and doing miscellaneous chores that first day wastame. And Kim had kept Greg busy, too busy to calm himself and too busyto rationalize his ordeal.And then Kim had used the necklace again, and Greg had become a 7-yearold schoolgirl. More abuse. Then Rapunzel. More abuse. Then a baby. Andit continued: Tiana, Mulan, a baby again, a 5-year old ballerina, and soon. As did the abuse. Each change throughout the week contributed toGreg's utter terror of his sister. Kim reduced Greg's. I hadn’t heard anyone coming up and when I looked discretely up it was obvious that the cigarette was in the hands of a large man standing really close to us. I was young and inexperienced and didn’t know what to do. The man hadn’t made a sound and did not seem to be intending to harm us, but at any moment I half expected to be dragged off and my girl ****d. I knew if I told my girl she would freak. So I carried on fucking her. Her tits were swinging beautifully under her as I went in and. “Everything seems in order. What was wrong with it?”Julie didn’t answer him, she looked around the floor for the abandoned dildo, but she couldn’t see it. “Did you lose something else?” George watched her with bemusement. “Drop your bra, too?”“No.” Julie shook her head. “I’ve got everything.” The dildo wasn’t there. Maybe the ghost had taken it with her to pleasure herself. The thought sent a chill down her spine. “I was just thinking, George. Maybe we should bring in someone to rid our house.