Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will...curl a girl’s toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly one table away, I safely went back to my book and read. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in. He was just a little too smug."I'm expecting between now and June to hear from the libertarian party and the Tea Party. I would rather run as a libertarian, but as tea party bitch I would be okay." I said."I think you would agree your best chance is with us," he said."I think you would agree, that if I ran under either of those, I could take enough votes from you to guarantee we both lose. Would I do it, you bet your ass I would," I said. "I'm not a politician, I'm just an evil bitch at heart.. It was just going to take some work to get her learn her boundaries and what was expected from her.As far as our home life went, there were some changes that were made. One night, Melanie presented herself with a completely shaved pussy, saying I might like something younger looking, appealing to the idea of what our potential daughters might look like. It worked. I had already made Audrey and Bonnie shave themselves down to match what Melanie had, but now I wanted them all completely bald.I. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘wild child’ of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys. What Becky’s parents didn’t appreciate was that Becky’s least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky’s parents didn’t realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her.