I was prescribed Risperadol. My Mom decided to retire and homeschool me. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my ...oms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not sitting at the table sipping her cup of coffee. I called out, "Mommy?" A harsh silence filled the apartment. I went into my moms room. She was still sleeping. I put my hand on her. .. it will be worth the wait...Toweling off and drying my light red hair with the blow dryer, I curl most of my waist-length ends, and then work my mop into a messy bun towards the top, letting the ringlets cascade down a bit to my neck, knowing that he loves playing with my hair. Quickly I do my makeup... just enough to emphasize my light-grey eyes, a little shimmery purple eyeshadow, some dramatic eye liner, my favorite mascara, and then carefully outlining my lips and adding a light. I think I verbally leveled the logic on four professors and two TA’s. I actually got a standing ovation in my US History class.”“Then you went into coaching.”“Well I began swimming competitively when I was 6 and when I went to that church college, they didn’t have a swim team, because God forbid boys and girls would use the same pool water. The girls might get knocked up from sperm floating loose in the pool.”“What?”“That is what I was told. But there was another college in the town, and they. Closing her eyes, she told herself not to enjoy it, to be repulsed by it. She had never even considered the possibility of having sex with a woman…and now, just like that, this woman was about to lick and kiss her between her legs as if such things happened every day.Jessica bent forward and extended her tongue, barely touching the outer, fluted edges of Barbie’s labia with the tip, and letting it glide upward. Pleasure suddenly surged powerfully through Barbie’s body, and she stifled an.