She looked great. Then she had me watch her as she moved around the living room picking things up and putting them back. She rearranged the knickknack..., the throw pillows, and then she sat and stood several times. It was my job to tell her whenever I saw her nipples or her areolas. She gained experience with every activity but I was also treated to many nipple shots too.In the kitchen she sat the table, filled our drinks, and boiled some hotdogs for us. She got the bread, mustard, and relish. “I was hoping so, but if it saves money to skip painting the frame, I can live with that.”“Nah, it’s pitted and chipped, and worn off entirely on the lower left rail,” he considered. “Needs fresh paint anyway.”“Alright then, what’s next?”“Lunch.” Grandpa said instantly. “I’ll tell grandma we’re going to the cafe.”“I don’t know where you put all that, but I guess you’re growing pretty fast,” grandpa drawled pointedly. I had just polished off a two-egg and chicken fried steak platter with gravy,. But why do you think she and I are the same person, sergeant? The coincidence of names must have confused you.”“What names, Mrs Flanders?”“Fitzgerald.”“Oh, is that your maiden surname? The same as Mrs Fitzgerald, his mother?”She looked triumphant.“Mrs Fitzgerald? I am afraid you must have your facts wrong, sergeant, or the university records are wrong. There is no Mrs Fitzgerald on the birth certificate.”“Really? And how would you know that, Mrs Flanders?”Her face went white when she realised. Pamela by no was in a complete state. Her head was spinning, her cunt was singing sweet hallelujah and her mind was echoing with the words; 'good girl' blocking out any other thought she could muster. The disquiet that was previously in the back of her mind was now barely more than a memory as she stood before her class.When Principal Talbot whispered those indistinguishable words into her ears, she felt her mind begin to change once again. The 'good girl' voice stopped and was replaced with a.