" And then with surprising anger added, "And maybe that's what makes me so mad!"As Hannah gave a few sobs Lana looked at her puzzled and said, "What d... you mean you can't be jealous of us? It can't be because you're his perfectly submissive slave, because you were pretty jealous of Louise and Marilyn, and you made them feel the wrath of that jealousy."Hannah turned her back to Lana and wouldn't talk or even look at her. Lana was starting suddenly to get really worried and upset. If it weren't. She had sniffles. Her runny nose drove her nuts. Two days later, she had a sore throat and she bitched about it. To her, the cold was an affront. It dragged on for a couple more days, aggravating her.What amused me was how she wasn’t angry at anyone. She even named the cold! Bert. Then she had conversations with Bert out loud, telling him how inconsiderate he was, what a pain, and enough already!I was charmed. I laughed. Addison didn’t find it funny.Instead of passing, Addison developed a low. I shot my load on the floor and quietly made my way to my bed. I became obsessed with watching her take her clothes off an take baths. I started hanging out in her bedroom more and more , just enjoying seeing her walk around in her bra and panties. Many times I waited up for her to come home at night hoping for a glimpse of her getting naked. When she came in the room I pretended I was sleeping and she would just get in bed beside me in her bra and panties. I would wait until I knew she was. Despite the array of foliage shielding her, the menacing hoot of an owl paralyzes her with fear. The feathered monster flies overhead in just a few seconds, but to the tiny mother the threat lasted an eternity. Frozen in her tracks, too terrified to move, she waits. Darkness envelops her and the baby as relative safety returns. The night doesn’t unnerve the tiny mother. Her large, black pupils make use of the scant light, satellite ears and an acute sense of smell tell her what her eyes cannot..