"That's a good idea too. No dear, I meant, did you see a difference in the way girls play with each other when compared to how boys play?" Mom asked....They didn't seem so competitive. It wasn't the end of the world to win or lose a game. Everyone seemed to have fun." I told Mom. "That's true most of the time. However, girls can be quite competitive too!" Mom replied. "So tomorrow we will add to your wardrobe with jeans and a nice top! Okay?" Mom said. "That reminds me, I need to call Lois. Seeing his sister becoming agitated, Two Bears looked to her for the reason."She wouldn't be good for Stick at all! As big as she is, she'd need Stick to be out hunting everyday just to keep her fed." It was true that Floating Tree was a substantial sized woman, but she was a hard working gatherer and an excellent cook as well. With her size, she would keep Stick nice and warm when the snow came and the sleeping furs let in some of the cold air at night. He was surprised to see his sister. Even from the adjoining room, she could feel the tension between the two men."Jenny, come down here. There is somebody I want you to meet." There it was. There was no way out. Jenny walked down the stairs like a condemned man who had just received his last supper and making the long walk to the little room with the glass window facing two rows of witnesses."Sam; my wife Jenny. Jenny; this is Sam Cromwell, the man who owns the two sections across from ours." Sam, I needed to talk to you. I know. Her reflection in the mirror watched her. Her small breasts topped with hard nipples, the bald pubis, the slight smile beneath the fall of her hair. Her Mistress joined her. Standing behind her she fitted the silk mask over her sub’s eyes. ‘Shh.’ This to stifle an enquiry. The gag was pushed gently between her lips and tied under her hair at the back. The collar was fixed around her neck and buckled behind it, forcing her head up. Her Mistress’s hands stroked her silk covered arms and slipped.