. . no, mother, I'm staying right here . . . mother, if you're reasonable, I'll be by to visit tomorrow or the next day, but if you're a bitch about t...is, I won't be home again . . . mother . . . Mother! . . . that's right mother, we're going to screw or silly brains out . . . are you deaf woman? . . . yes,we're going to FUCK, mother, I'm going to suck his dick until he can't walk! Goodbye!She slammed the phone down, and stormed back into the living room in a high temper.“That woman!” she. I didn't know that. I was relieved. Still, I pushed the door open. I was thankful that this wasn't summer, because the stench would've been overwhelming. As it was, it stank of blood from three people. Will took more pictures.The blasts from the shotguns had taken out the side of the shower, damaged paneling, cabinets, much of the tightly packed interior of the trailer. The blast that had gotten me had ripped up a chunk of the flooring. At the living room end of the trailer, there was spatter. I need to get on to the meat of my story, and boy, do I mean the MEAT! (That’s a pun, dear Diary!!!!) I have to tell you all how Daddy and Mommy helped me become a woman. Just listen to me, okay? Daddy has always been my hero (and Mommy, too!!). He’s so handsome, so kind to Mommy. I heard her once call him “my handsome stud”, and I didn’t know what that meant until last year -- I’m thirteen years old now, “well on my way to full womanhood”, Mommy says. Of course, Daddy said that I was a. I remember that in the shop she had been in tears by the twelfth stroke and I wondered how she would fare with the total which I had now chosen to administer. I decided to give her some options."If you wish to stop the punishment before the full amount is administered you can use your amber word to halt it and the rest can be administered at a later date, though if you do so another five strokes will be added to those remaining."She gave me a look which contained apprehension but also.