" She walked over to the computer and stared at the screens as theypainted her face with bright light. "You know, I grew up reading comicbooks. I love... those stories of superheroes doing good and standing upfor mankind. I wanted there to be superheroes in real life. So Iwaited. I waited for a hero to come stop all the bad things fromhappening. But that hero never came and bad things kept happening. SoI continued with my life. Long story short, I found Clockwork and theywere exactly what I was. . . I just gave up. I knew in my mind, at least, that it would come intime. Then I could tell him of all of the strange and wonderful sensationsthat I was feeling.It felt wonderful to be small and helpless. It felt glorious to be hugged andcarried around so. I still could feel the love that Daddy was sending tome, and I didn't ever want it to stop. This is what I had missed my entirelife, and I intended to just relax and enjoy it. I wouldn't be able to remaina child forever. Sooner or. “What did you think of that we need to try in California that we couldn’t have tried at home?” I asked him. “Well,” he answered, “I’ve heard of this thing called a glory hole. Apparently it is in adult stores, in their video booths. They have holes between some of the booths, and men put their junk through the hole so that the person in the booth next door can give them a hand job or blow job or whatever.” He seemed a little sheepish about mentioning it. I needed to make sure I understood what. Me: Let me at least give you a head massage for a while. You will feel more relaxed.S: No, dear, there’s no need to take that much trouble. You leave now; otherwise, you will be late for college.Me: Aunty, college is not more important than your health. Come here, let me give you a head massage, I insist.Saying this, I went and brought hair oil from her dressing room. I then sat on the backside of the bed and asked her to sit between my legs. I poured some oil on her scalp and started massaging.