I had combed through all the files of kids we rescued from bad homes. The first thing I did was a computer search for girls without siblings that were...going into grade 12. I found three that were perfect. All three of them wouldn’t normally be in the same social circles. One was from a religious puritan home. One was a cheerleader, and the last was one of the popular kids whose only claim to fame is her looks. I moved them all to Calgary to the same area of town, so they would all end up going. They had never been put on the pill, like their older sisters. They were well aware of the dangers of that spurting prick. But, like 99.9% of all teenage girls, they weren’t about to go to their mother and say something like, “Hey Mamma, remember when you put all the others on the pill? Well it’s our turn.” You just didn’t do that. You didn’t want Mamma to know that you needed the pill. That was sure to cause ... complications.They didn’t tell Chuck about all this, of course. But they talked. " "I see," said Mom quietly. "You do look pretty in your party dress,Jenny. Please come over here." I wasn't sure I heard Mom right. I thought she had said, "'your' partydress" and called me "Jenny". She said, "please" too, so I guessed shewasn't mad at me. "Jenny, I don't want to speak your name more than once. Come over herenow!" I slowly walked over to the doorway. My petticoats made a swishing soundand the skirt of my dress bounced as I walked. I stopped about a footaway from her. "Stand. It included a job title of “Event Executive”, a formal place of work at Millsum’s offices in the city, a blank starting date and further down, some terms and conditions that she had seen on employment offer templates many times. It was section thirty-five though that she was really looking for, on page four. Starting salary was to be eighty-five thousand, payable in arrears bi-weekly. She grabbed her chair, then sank to her knees. The sun lit her pussy which was quickly covered by her hand as.