It's about, how I brush her hair while she watches mtv, how I paint her toenails while she's yakety yakking on the hand-held phone with one of her mov...e-star pals, how I spread suntan lotion on her perfect body when she suns herself by the pool. Like its about the beautiful footprints she leaves on the hot concrete when she walks from the pool to the house, how I stare at them in wonder as they slowly fade away. It about how she loves to hear me chatter away for her, like just talk about. What am I supposed to do? I have todress this way! Besides it's only for a day or so. (Atleast that's what I tried to convince myself of.)" A day, a week, a month, an hour! What difference does thatmake? You're dressed like a damn pervert and I will nothave it!"Had I not been so emotionally stressed at the time I wouldhave shut him out completely. (more or less) He had died,he was gone, and I no longer had to seek his approval.RIGHT? Yeah right. He was as real to me at that point as hehad ever. The king went away and the queen abdicated. The wise man became silent. Others left.One day the person who had been a watchman over this kingdom sent secret messages to some of the subjects inviting them to a new place. The new place was like a den. A family room. The people started to arrive and they made it a friendly place. The very thing that had first attracted small hot water was no longer important. The friendly atmosphere was the attraction.All who stayed dedicated themselves to peace. “Yes ma'am,” I responded weakly. “Good, now get me off, before I get bored and begin using more of the clothespins on you.” Like a beast, I set myself to the task on getting her to ecstasy. I don’t want any more clothespins on my body. However, I wondered where she would put them. As if she had read my mind I felt two pegs being placed on either of my pussy lips. “Here is a reminder of what happens when I get bored, “ she said. I had stopped indeed; my mind had wandered from the task. So I.