" You did not disturb me Aloya and it would have been alright if you had. I have plenty of time for prayer in this forsaken place." The priest answere.... A forlorn tone to his voice."You do not like it here father?" Here? in this land? Yes my child. It is just this poor excuse for a church that I dislike. If Captain Chavez would part with some of his men, I could build a decent church. But, enough of my ranting child, what can I do for you? Are you in trouble?" Father, I am not sure. I have a. Maybe iam a arrogant person but still care''''yeah whatever''''plus you kinda look hot in that cute bra ''her camisole transparent by the rain''shut up and look at the road pervert''''you just said you didn't like me and now you talk about my tits''''first i said , I didn't drooled over you, not that I dont like your cute forms and second Iam not talking about your tits, but that cute pink bra you wear ''and she kept quiet''can i see if you have matching pantie?''''wtf no , im not like. My Sally was in double digits now at ten years of age. She had already skipped a grade in school and we were considering placing her in one of those accelerated programs that kept gifted kids interested in the content off the material they were studying at school. Fortunately, we lived in a community and a State that appreciated the benefit of supported education for the residents with “gifted” offspring regardless of the National pressure to “dumb” kids down to supposedly “leave no child. “Okay,” she said as she looked into my eyes with love. “Mmmm, I can definitely think about something that we can do later that would be very entertaining ... Master,” she said with a grin.My talk with Mrs. Sullivan was still fresh in my mind. Maybe she was right in that CC didn’t really understand what she was asking for. Perhaps it was more like a sex game taken too far. It couldn’t truly be that she wanted a relationship that had anything to do with BDSM? Could it? Sigh. Mrs. Sullivan was.