"Over the past few months I have tried repeatedly to explain why I was so upset over the way you have treated me as well as the way you have shown the...girls how a woman should be, and if they are ever going to be able to take care of themselves, the way you have done would make them total failures. Now they have jobs and are slowly learning to take responsibility for their actions."Aside from that, here is a proposal that I want you to consider."You want to stay here with all your friends and I. “Come now there young one. I’ve been expecting you for some time,” she said. “You are?” “You sought an old gypsy out tonight. Hurry up now; I want to go to bed.” She turned around and walked away. Sighing and feeling still foolish, Keith obliged the command. When he reached the road again, he found an ornate carriage sitting in the middle of the road. The old woman was standing there, waiting for him to address her. “Am I still drunk?” “If you are, this will make a good story. Now. Until I finally reach your nipple. Where I run the tip of my finger around the outer edge of the areola. I watch the peaks get even firmer. I have to put my mouth to them! I hold myself back, just brushing my lips back and forth around the hard peaks paying attention to both of them. Slow strokes of my finger tips on one, my mouth on the other. Then I switch sides making them so tight they should ache. I let the tip of my tongue barely brush the taunt peak of your nipple. My warm breath heating. Over these past few weeks, Mother has been very busy. My room has beentransformed into a dreamscape for a Fashionista. Silk, satin and ruffleseverywhere. My leather easy chair is gone, replaced by a pink wateredsilk daybed, like something Cleopatra would recline in while Anthonysucked on her toes. My dresser has been replaced by a mirrored lightedmakeup vanity which may have come from the estate of Marilyn Monroe. Mybed contains so much satin and silk that I routinely slide off it eachnight, at.