"What can I do for..." I started as I swivelled around to look at her. "What the hell are you wearing?"Traci blushed. "I've got a date. It's okay."Tra...i was wearing tight hip-hugger pants and an even tighter shirt that left several inches of her stomach exposed. She looked somewhere between Hilary Duff and Britney Spears."You're going out like that? Does Mom know?"Traci set her face. "Mom knows. She didn't say anything." Probably in shock." Tony, Mom realizes that I'm growing up. Why can't. " Are you a cheerleader?" I was 'til Monday," she said bitterly. "Now I can't try out until spring." Bummer."Bummer? I can't believe I said bummer. I never say bummer."Your folks move here for a job? You'll like it once you get used to it." No, mom got married. And no, I don't think I'm going to like it here." Sorry to hear that." That mom got married?" No, that you're not going to like it here." You should be sorry that my mom got married." Why, she marry a jerk? Or don't you want her to be. In this case, the Personalia found themselves looking back hundreds of years to an incident that they thought, hoped, they had forgotten. Being machine minds, it was impossible for them to forget an incident. However, it is possible to move a memory to a store that is so seldom accessed that only the memory of there being such a memory in existence is easily accessible.That is what was bothering the Personalia. The memory that there was a memory it wanted to forget - that was a thorn in the. This last weekend Dad got to fuck her ass twice on Friday to ‘loosen’ her up. There were fifteen other men besides Dad there that weekend with their wives, and Julie was still the center of attention. The men drew numbers and the first three got to butt-fuck on Saturday but spaced out hours in between. The next three got to butt-fuck her on Sunday. Everyone else just got to fuck her pussy any time that they wanted too. Somehow her Principal drew number one and took her ass first thing Saturday.