I start the coffeeand begin making us breakfast. I smile as I picture myself as thewoman of the house.We spend the day cleaning. With cooking breakfas... and cleaning I amslowly getting used to the nails.Just after lunch Heather told me there are some items on the bed forme. I went to the bedroom and saw a package of feminine hygieneproducts. If I am dressed when Heather is having her period I mustalso wear pads and change them regularly. This was at Heather'sinsistence.It all started one day. "What?s wrong with you young lady?" The nun saidas she took a wooden ruler and slapped Kim?s knuckles with it."Sending the ball against someone not in play. What were youthinking?" "She has to learn that she?s mine." Kim shouted. "I saw herdancing with Tyron at the dance, but she belongs to me." "You are nuts." Janet said as she walked over and saw Kim almostin tears. "I like you, but not the way you want me to." "But you?re mine!" Kim cried as Janet knocked the girl down withone punch. She. Our clothes evaporated, and somehow we floated up in the air and landed on my bed (well, not really). We touched and kissed and sucked and...and then I was inside her, erupting, and her orgasm was a soft squeal in my ear, a musical sound I wanted to hear again and again.She had intimated, without ever saying as much, that she was not a virgin. Her head was on my shoulder; she was relaxed, as was I, and I gently tweaked her left nipple with my right thumb and forefinger. She lifted her face to. .. ... and I knew exactly where to find the blood that would be spilled.It took a few weeks to build an airtight case. Those weeks were pure torture because I needed the relief that would come only after I spent a few days with those responsible inside a locked, soundproof room.The pastor once said, “All things come to him who waits...”He was oh so right.It was either very late, or really early. Take your pick.The room was very dark.It didn’t matter how much light bathed the lone figure.Light.