"I see how you really are. You're free of other people's expectations. You are who you want to be. You are wonderful for this job. You are wonderful f...r us."Sobbing, Julianne slowly began to relax. Her head cleared enough to hear Meredith's reassuring words and she returned the embrace."You care about us," Meredith whispered into her ear as she slid her hand between the principal's legs. "You do love us, you wish you could physically be in love with some of us. Turn it all loose and you will. We were about 30 and My wife's younger brother was 18.He just broke up with his girlfriend and My wife invited him so he wouldn't go out and get in trouble while drinking and driving.Most of the guests had started leaving within an hour after midnight. We were down to about 3 couples, my wife and her brother and I. I was running around picking up bottles and cups and emptying ash trays. My wife's brother was trashed. The last of the couples was getting ready to leave. I walked them out after. I guess I probably made it pretty difficult for them. They were, after all, a part of the system that broke up my home and took me away from my parents. It isn’t that I blamed them. I blamed everyone and I refused to cooperate. After a couple of weeks they gave up. They decided I was “unmanageable” and a bad influence on the other two foster kids in the home. So the social workers came and took me away.I was put into some kind of halfway house for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t a house, though.. She liked me to be fully shaven in the pubic area for hygiene, but being bowled over by her, I didn't object. Everything was fine, until a trip to the beach. She bought me some Speedos to wear. I protested because I didn't want to feel exposed, but she had always been proven right about clothes in the past and won me over. She chose a skimpy bikini for herself. It was a warm, sunny day at the beach and we giggled as she wrapped herself with a towel to change, while I hid behind her. The bright.