Kim was one of mom’s best friends, though she was several years younger than mom. She was also one of the few divorced people I knew in our neighbor...ood. She had been divorced a couple years and had a three year old son named Jake. Kim was going on one of her first post divorce dates. A date with a guy mom had proudly set her up with. So on one warm Friday evening I gathered up my book bag, got on my bike and rode the few blocks to Kim’s house. I walked up to the door, knocked and announced. If you took their doll away, they went psycho.One minute they would be lucid and the next minute they did not know who you were or where they were. She felt sorry for the people and some incidences broke Sasha’s heart and often she would think of her own grandmother who died in a nursing home.It was hard getting the urine smell out of the hallways. The cleaning staff were constantly fumigating the institution. Sasha needed to get use to all the fragrant unpleasant smells. Sometimes the smells. I grabbed one of his flannel shirts off a chair and flashed him a wink as I slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Blushing already, I stripped down to my bra and panties. They were my favorite set, black and lacy and very sexy. I stroked by small breasts through the bra and wished they were larger, even though Nick had told me he preferred small breasts. I slipped the flannel shirt over my head and looked at myself in the mirror. The shirt barely covered my panties, and my legs. Her heart beat to her throat as the screen went black again. Time for the next bit.Lisa saw herself laying on a bench, the three girls around her and a mean looking guy with tattoos all over his body. Her onscreen self pulled down her top and flashed her tits to the camera, shaking them obscenely. One of them kissed her again holding down one arm, another held the other arm. The third one was standing beside her, looking at the camera. ?Now this little slut agreed to get pierced. She can stand.