You almost couldn'tfault the kids because it was simply the parents teaching them thebehavior. It was really like back in the days of segregation when...veryone just kept regurgitating nonsense about people who weren't white.I frowned around the pacifier and the lady picked up on it."Do you get lots of spankings and baby food to make you behave like agood baby girl?" She asked me in a sweet tone of voice, but the taunt wasstill clear.I was about to pull the pacifier out of my mouth and speak back. She quickly left his doorway and ran to her bedroom to gather her thoughts.Later that evening, Helen was in the kitchen finishing up some dishes after dinner while Mark had gone to take a shower before bed. She was wearing a short sun dress that ended mid thigh and was slightly low cut to show a little of her ample cleavage. Helen had always been proud of her body, having worked hard to stay in shape after having her son and going through the stress of a divorce. Mark came into the kitchen and. ‘You want to get kinky, huh bitch?’ I said. And I reached down for my revolver. The Nazi bitch licked her full lips and then brought a whistle to her mouth. She blew on it. I raised my gun and pointed it at her, but I was too late. A knife appeared at my throat. I dropped the revolver and glanced behind me. It was another Nazi bitch. She was also dressed in a shiny rubber outfit but hers was blood red. Her lips were painted red as were her finger nails and I could make out she had short cropped. Not since me.When Jen went out tonight she was on a mission. As a reward she told me she was going to bring a woman home with her for both of us to enjoy. "Hi Honey," she smiles. Towering over her shoulder I see the catch 'o the night. She is tall, taller than me, with obviously frosted blond hair and blue eyes and smeared red lipstick. She appears to be about Jen's age, maybe a little younger, which means she has to be 10 to 15 younger than myself. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her navel and in.