I felt I could trust. Sherry was sort of like the sister I never had."I really need to get back to work, Brittany," she informed me. "I also need you ...o change the oil of that car." "But - but I'm not sure what to do," I started to whine."Hi sister," a different voice rang out. It was a new girl, a teenager maybe about 16 years old. She was about my height, with long reddish hair that curled down the sides. She had a smile that was sure to break a few hearts."Hi Angie," Sherry replied. "Boy, am. That caused me to cry out and the tears started to stream down my face. "Fifteen, ma'am!" Okay, I think you had enough," my mother said. "What do you have to say for yourself?"It is always the family ritual to give thanks for the spanking and to state why you received it. "Thank you for spanking me, ma'am," I said between sobs. "I'm sorry I lied to you and tried to blame Luke. I'm also sorry for smoking." The slippering I gave you was for lying to me and trying to blame Luke for your. One day just before going to lunch I walked in the room and found our 'friend' there putting some stock on the shelves.I said 'hi' and she smiled and mumbled a greeting in reply.She said ' she wasn't feeling well and could she go up to sick bay and see the 'sister' , to which I said "ok".A couple of days later she approached me and said how thankful she was with the action I had taken, and could we meet sometime and have lunch together.Company policy was we should not fratenise with others.I. She knows not only their names, but most of their life histories. She is friends with most if not all of them. She has even babysat for most of the younger kids and is like a big sister to the older ones. They all realize there is an age difference between the two of us but none would guess that she is only eighteen.Beth and I have spent a lot of time and money transforming our back yard. We now have a full deck with swimming pool and hot tub. We built a nice brick barbeque area along with a.