.. we were in the South Pacific approaching New Zealand when our nanny, Grace, woke us up.“You probably want to hear this,” she said. “It’s no... good. There is no way to sugar-coat it. So listen up.”She turned up the radio and told us to sit while the announcer announced We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast with breaking news: John Semanthaler at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC.“We’re outside the fence looking at what remains of the West Wing, where the murder of the President. She's one of my latest acquisitions and I can tell she's going to be one of my favourites."I felt myself beaming with pride from within my plastic exterior.I felt so special. As the weeks went by she dressed me in so many different ways. I spent some days in beautiful "misses" outfits, sometimes I'd sit be the pool display, decked out in a sexy swimsuit. Occasionally I was a lingerie model, dressed in teddies and negligees, once I was even a spring bride.One night something happened that. Please, tell me why."Suddenly filled with rage, he jumped up, and started rapidly firing, but two hits out of six attempts only made him madder. "Stupid mailbox," he shouted.'Seven ... seven years shot to hell ... all because of one ... God, how I hate that fucking bitch, ' he thought while palming the last rock. Drawing a solid bead on the poor mailbox, he let loose with all the fury he could muster. His flash of pride was short lived as it ricocheted off the back of the small metal enclosure. As I entered the room I got the shock of my life,there stood Amy in a short black leather skirt, red silk blouse, blackhose and high heels, I turned to try and leave but Mike grabbed me andsaid you're not going anywhere honey. He said Amy was going to give mea bath and clean me up ready for the next phase of my transformation.Amy was in her late twenty's and was great looking, many of the guys atwork lusted after her enjoying the sexy outfits she would wear to work.She told me to get into the.