Ohhh God!" She hysterically shrieked looking down at the body which only seconds before had been her uncle.Rory stood at the foot of the bed still hol...ing the open straight razor in his hand. "Shut up Karen! Jesus! He fucking asked for it!" Rory sounded a lot more in control than he really was. He'd never killed anyone before, and it was a little unsettling to say the least. "He fucking asked for it. Yeah, he asked for it." He repeated.Karen managed a little composure and looked down at her. Actually I had figuredthat if I didn't cause too much trouble I could get mom to forget thiscrap soon after I got home. Class began with the instructor addressing as "Ladies" and explainingthat first of all some changes would be made to help our appearance.It turns out that our parents had made some choices for us before wecame and now we were going to have a few things changed. We would allbe getting our hair done in ways to make us look as pretty as possiblethen some of us would be getting. Whenever it comes to Women, I just can't say no. Now on to the Good Part.I guess it all started whenever I was about 9 years old. My Parents had gone on a weekend get away and left me to stay with the neighbors next door. That was fine with me, as their son and I were best of friends. It was about maybe 10 PM and I decided to go take a shower and put on my pajamas and get ready for bed. Whenever I went into the bathroom to get my shower there on the floor next to the hamper was lying a pair of. Damn, I look so good. "Daddy" I mutter."Yes, angel" you reply. "My leggings are soaking in my juice, I need new ones" I innocently say."Trust me baby, daddy believes you have worked hard, so I am giving you your own credit card. Your mother always told me that you need to learn to work for money, and you have. As long as I can continue fucking your gorgeous self, I will let you buy whatever you want" you tell me, "so what do you say, be daddy's babygirl" "Yes daddy, I love you. I will do.