Dad was at work, and mum had taken my little sister to dance class, and I was alone.As I started with my self-gratification, I couldn't help but notic... my sister's colourful mini-dress, dumped on top of the wicker laundry basket. It was green, with red and yellow, horizontal stripes. (I can see it now!) Lying on top of the dress were her tan tights, with her not so white panties still inside. I even remember the white three quarter length socks that were still attached to the legs of her. It didn't give the definition of affordable. It also hadn't been able to put a single car out the door during the first Six months. There was a plant and employees so there had to be a reason, right?.The excuse for the lack of production ran from a poor untrained labor pool to the unavailability of components and several other lesser excuses. My opinion, after meeting the owner and CEO of the company, was poor management and probably fraud. Now it was up to me to prove it.While I did it I. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It’s partly your fault. You know that, right?”“Excuse me? My daughter being bullied is my fault? How the hell does that work?”. I was notgoing to eat any more of this crap."Fine," she said, "you can stay there until I say you can move." Withthat she grabbed all the dishes and washed them, then cleared the restof the table. I sat in the same position if I were like a statue. Crissydidn't say a word to me or even look at me she just went about herbusiness as if I didn't exist. I wished the opposite were true and shedidn't exist. My tormentor eventually finished and left the room,heading upstairs. Subdued noise drifted.