" I said, then laughed and headed out the door.As I left the room, he called to me, "Hey, wait a minute; aren't you going to untie me." Not just yet. ...'m not through with my demonstration."The sound of the bed shaking half way down the hall told me he was trying to get loose again. He stopped long enough to yell to me, "At least tell me where you are going?" Don't worry; I'll be back in a minute and answer all your questions!" I said reassuringly. The bed began squeaking again telling me he was. "With a look of triumph Amanda grabs the waistband of her bottoms and peels them down. They slowly come down revealing her. Mandy sighs in pleasure as the delicate lightly pink slit comes into view. Pulling faster to get the pants off.With a growl the younger girl grabs at Diana's thighs to spread her open. Her head dropping down and one long slow lick along the slit produces one hell of a groan. Diana has never wanted this. To her it is wrong. forced. So wrong. So unwanted it becomes a. Chris and Velma were not ignorant people. They were aware that theirson was too beautiful for a boy. They worried about predators. Theywatched him closely when he was outdoors, and even his sister wasschooled to always keep an eye on him. For his part he was constantlybeing drilled as what to do should a stranger approach him. As aresult, Michael became shy of strangers.When Michael entered the first grade things began to change. He foundthat with his small and delicate body he was not. “Look at her, Mrs. Anderson. You must be so proud to have a daughter like Melody. She’s beautiful, kind, smart. She’s everything that I love. And I understand why you are upset about the painting.” I turned her toward the wall to look at what I’d painted. Every time I looked at it, I nearly cried. There was just something about it. But I knew what I had to say.“There just is no way that I could capture that beauty and kindness with my brush. I really tried. I poured all the love in my heart.