” “Never seen what you saw in her. How’d you two hook up anyways? Gives me the shivers you doing what we do with her.” “You didn’t know he... back then. She was different, a lot like you, full of piss and shit. Loud, brash, full of life. Remember one time she danced naked in the park with everyone watching just because it was the first warm day of spring. That was the winter we got tons of snow. But then, over the years that all changed. Just somehow slipped away, slow like. I never noticed, I. ”“I do understand you know. Michael was just a teenager when his mother died, but sometimes we have to keep going if only for them.”“I suppose ... but now I guess I am too late even for that.”Jonathon rubbed his nose as he studied the man across from him. “I don’t know ... perhaps we need to find them some sort of grooming – like a finishing school ... something to reunite them with their humanity and teach them some good manners...” He smiled in reassurance suddenly. “Enjoy my home and its. Cold, menacing, unflinching Katie stare..."Which picture looks like you, Michelle; the one wearing pants or theone wearing a skirt, Michelle?" The picture of a person wearing a skirt looks like me, MistressKatie." Then that's where you belong, Michelle. And if this one is everoccupied over the course of the day, then you'll have to use the mainwomen's restroom down the hall, Michelle. Pay attention to whereyou're going, Michelle. Don't let me catch you being thatscatterbrained again,. Same scene every Sunday morning. Meanhwhile, it seemed that seeing my mom's pussy or breasts was impossible, some kind of verboten activity; while my sister was allowed inside her bedroom while my mom was getting dressed and ready for work, it was absolutely out of the question that I be there too. Which got me thinking that there ought to be something really nasty about women's sexy bits. Like I was reminded before I was even old enough to go to school. when the superintendent at our building.