I had about all I could take so I stepped right up to her, face to face and said, “look lady, this shit has to stop. You are going to cost me my job...and I don’t like that. Now give me the damn pickle and get your slutty little ass out of the store. I grabbed at her hand, which was still forcing the pickle against her pussy. I thought I could get the damn pickle away from her, throw it in the bucket and make a hasty retreat to the back room of the store. My hand missed hers as she pulled it away. The four of us sat at the table passing the food around and filling ourplates."So, Jimmy, what is the problem about this play at the Pack Meeting?" We are doing a play about an Indian family, and I don't like it," Istammered. "So, if you could just tell Mrs. Bratten that I can't be inthe play because it might make me sick or something, okay?"Mom raised one eyebrow while taking a bite of the mashed potatoes."You might be sick or something if you are in the play, huh?" She askedskeptically. . Her corset was made of hard leather and it kept her ridged and upright, forcing her tits and belly out and her young mound was very prominent below her garment and I could see very clearly the thin, flimsy material of her G-string slowly entering between her sex lips. Ellen went around behind her, took her by her breasts, rubbed, and tweaked her nipples until they were firm and erect. She made sure that I could see everything by having Carol stand facing me displaying her body to me. She. I spokesoftly, "I think I would like to meet your son."Marcus gathered himself together and led me into a child's play room. Inthe corner, back to the door, sat the boy, his hands and feet hidden undera blanket. "Jakob, I want you to meet someone else whose life was changedby the queen. She came to be your friend."Jakob took one brief glance over his shoulder. "Hah!" he spat. "There'snothing wrong with her!"I approached him slowly, with a newly awakened tenderness in my heart thatmy hoped would.