Brad and I took first place in the competition. When we came back late Saturday afternoon we did a repeat performance for our parents at the house. Th... Mobley's came over for dinner and Brad and I showed off our trophies and did the reading. When we finished the last line of the poem that dealt with the loss of a baby, both our moms had tears in their eyes and were grabbing tissues out of the box Mom kept on the coffee table. Afterwards, we played Canasta until around eleven when Mom declared. She looked at me sideways and then she quietly said to me, “You lied to me the other day.”“What? When?”“You said you got the bruise on your shoulder and the bump on your head when you fell down.”“That’s right, I did.”“You said it wasn’t my fault that you got hurt.”“Yeah.”“I was carrying you. You were all taped up and I was carrying you and I dropped you. That’s when you got hurt. How was that not my fault?”“You remembered?”“Yeah.”“Well, do you remember when they first burst into the house and I. It wasn’t too long before it got its reply from Master who approved the email and told it to send it to her.In the email, slave told the lady that it had never had a lesbian experience before. It had told her about how it had been opening its self up to new experiences and lifestyle choices and how that it was letting go of past preconceived notions and trying new things. It was even honest enough to admit to her how she hadn’t let its self to consider being with a woman before because of. “Which one do you like?” Karen asked me as we stood in the foyer looking at the girls. I was not sure how to answer. I mean it didn’t seem right to evaluate them while they were standing there. But I couldn’t help but appreciate their bodies. The tall one was not as “pretty” as the other two. She had a great chest but seemed a little bossy. The darker one had beautiful eyes and a great smile and a firm looking body. The little blonde was just cute and kind of impish.“Well,” I whispered in.