Her bedroom door was locked after that, as was the bathroom - I tried to barge in again to recapture that magic. It simply didn't happen.That didn't d...ter me though, I climbed the tree to sneak peeks of mother in her underwear, but never naked - I tried to use mirrors and looked through key holes. Only once, or rather on a trip to our extended family, we stayed at a cabin, I discovered a small hole through the wall that looked into the linen cupboard, if I left the doors open I should see into. I couldnt try to get them out of the house yet, it was far too early: I had to wait until at least 3am. When the time came, I untied them, taking all the tape and binding I had used with me when we left and led them upstairs to load them in their own van. I kept the now sleeping youngest one in my arms with the gun out and gently pointed into his side. I climbed into the van and sat in the last row of seats before ordering the family into the van. I took off my jacket and sunglasses but left. Since starting dance lessons, she had become much more graceful and her motions had become so much more confident, fluid, and feminine. "Most improved," Sarah had said.Finally, the opening dance finished, and Kathy was able to enjoy the applause, lined up with the other Nuns behind Sarah. Smiling, she looked out over the enthusiastic audience, looking for Tina, Tim, and Brian. Finally she located them and smiled.But as she followed the other nuns off stage, a tickling at the edge of her brain. ”“I'm not doing it here,” I said. Victoria's doubt offended me. She was my friend. She should believe me. I wanted to yank up my skirt right here and waggle it in her face for not believing me.For accusing Pita and me of playing a prank on them.“Bathroom,” said Pita. “Let's go. We can get in the handicap stall. Room for all of us. Then you'll see.”“Yep, we'll see,” Victoria said, arms folded beneath her round breasts.Pita took my hand and pulled me along. She had this big grin on her face. She.