"I'm serious, Bobby. What ever you write in that book will come true." Oh ... kay," he said, his tone dismissive and doubtful. "Done."She stared at hi... for a moment, searching his face for signs that he understood and believed her. She wasn't sure; these days, with all that had happened to her -- happened around her -- she wasn't sure of much. She stood tall, smiled to him, turned to leave, then stopped suddenly and turned back. "Oh ... and by the way. You need to be very ... and I mean VERY. ”There was a riot of chatter and a number of voices yelling “Me. I want in.”“I think that’s enough for today. In case you haven’t seen it, our student exhibition was reviewed in this morning’s Times. Some of you might be interested. There is a copy on the desk. Take whatever time you need to finish your project this morning, but officially, class is dismissed.”The boys were excited, as well they should be. I was dressed in a tux and the boys each had a suit and tie on. I’d spent twenty minutes. I used my good relationship with Hal to get the new voice to implant knowledge of tax laws and accounting in me. I didn't want to have to take the time to learn all of that on my own. Besides, it made Hal feel important to order the other guardian to do it for me.What all of this is leading up to is how I found myself a friend. Ken Bolton was his name, and he and I were similar personalities. He was pushing one of those tax scams that would later be known as tax shelters. Ken was a Public. "What are those things, Daddy?" They are called butt plugs. I used these same plugs to break in your mother. You notice how the necks are different sizes? I'll start with the smallest one. I'll grease it and slide it up your ass until your anus is tight around the neck. This thick part will hold it securely in place. I'll put it in before you go to bed at night and take it out in the morning. I'll also put it in you whenever we fuck. You'll wear the smallest one for a week and then we'll move.