I shower, it doesn't take long. Nene has hung my robe on a hook in the bathroom. It is a dark blue but lightweight cotton affair. I dry myself, put on...some Old Spice deodorant, slip into the robe and exit the bathroom to the bedroom. Yesterday she was little more than a ragamuffin. Today she is something else again. She looks up, smiling and pats the mattress next to her.You are beautiful Nene, but are you sure about this? You should stay a virgin for maybe another ten years. Are you sure you. During that first week, Sophie spent a good deal of time sulking in her room and with Theresa involved in training, Traci would wander into whatever room I was in with Amber and Alex to talk. She was a bit nervous around the children, but had an insatiable need for company."I'm sorry," she whispered once as I helped get some food ready for the children. "I seem to be trying to take up so much of your time."I had Alex on my lap as he tried eating some cereal and just smiled. "Have you heard me. ‘It’s too late and you’re not really sorry. You just don’t want to be hurt.’ ‘Not there, sir. No girl wants to be hurt on those.’ ‘You have one other intimate place that this whip is well adapted to.’ ‘Oh, thank you sir. Thanks ever so. Please whip me there.’ Interesting. A girl’s breasts – her ultimate agony. I didn’t recall checking the point with Terry. I’d have to. Dorinda too. There was no doubt where Mabel’s weakness lay. ‘Don’t thank me. I intend to whip all three. Two up, one down.’. You thought he was our Spanish Divisional Manager. You treated him as if he was. He was actually an exchange student earning some money as the substitute cleaner. He too thought it was a good joke.’ ‘How about getting back to your current problem, the three wishes?’ ‘Do you believe that I actually saw a genie?’ ‘It doesn’t matter whether I believe or not. You asked me for a friend’s advice. I didn’t expect that. I’m here, Reginald, as your friend. You think you have a problem. I’ll try to.