‘Yeah, well, that too…’ he mumbled, voice trailing off. ‘So. Are you ok?’ Lame, she thought. ‘Yes… no… I mean I have it all worked out...in my head. I mean my head is ok with this. My head is wonderful. It thinks. Thinking is good. I do a great deal of thinking and it works for me, this thinking thing. When I can just think about it, think not FEEL oh no not FEEL, I’m ok with it…’ She thought she heard a sound during the verbal pause, a swallow of something liquid. He got like this, sometimes. It. "Sure"Now's Sarah's pretty mad and she storms out of the room. Dad is about to get up to talk to her but I stop him"I'll do it"I leave to go into her room and she's crying on her pillow "Hey u okay sis" I rub the back of her shoulder slowlyShe looks up"Go away" Hey why are you so mad" I don't wanna talk about it" Come on Sis I won't get mad. I promise" NO" Sis please tell me I don't like when you're upset"She stops crying and looks at me then French kisses me right on the lips. I pull back "Sis. Next it's mincing back to findclean bedding, something dark to appeal to Mistress... a nice set in blackwith broad stripes of white and maroon should do.I put my hands on my hips listening to the sound of the petticoatsrustling against each other.. what to do next? I.. I suppose if I'm doingthis properly... I need to clean the most unpleasant places. I swish offto the sink to fish out some bleach and some rubber gloves, the practicalyellow items conflicting with my ludicrous outfit. I have to. Though I now had drinks in the fridge Natalie arrived after school with two cold cokes, bought with her hard won pocket money. I replaced that and we sat in the lounge. While this time she wore her normal uniform today was apparently another no panties day. While her assets were most interesting I felt ignoring the display of her bare pussy was the best option for all concerned. Natalie went home to do homework and get ready for my dinner. She and Claire arrived on time and seemed.