Unlike those selfish whores who fucked men and denied their sons even the sight of their bodies, my mother shared her every experience with me. I was ...he luckiest son and I had thrown it all away because I was stupid enough to argue with her about things I didn't understand yet. I caved in 4 seconds.Sinking to my knees, I hung me head in shame. "I am sorry mother. I doubted you and I argued with you for no reason. I deserve this punishment" I said. I was crying. "Mom! You are my Goddess and I. " He sat up and stared off into space. "Unless you're planning to do that anyway?"Aaron let out a sigh of his own."Jesus, J. Calm down. No one's ruining anybody."J fixed him with a stare. "Then why am I here? Why did you call me? Why not have your fun and get the fuck out?" I thought you'd appreciate the irony," Aaron said. Then he shrugged. "And I guess I was angry. But I've mostly worked that out now."He look at me again as winked, and suddenly I began to hate him a little bit, truly and. I hated being little. A ran toMummy to help me.She scolded my sister, for being a bully. I still wasn't alloed to be bigthough. I said as much. Grumbling to my dolls house.Another cute babydoll nightie, and a funny dream.ThursdayAt school we were given a new school dress code for secretarial training.A dark grey pencil skirt, white blouse, and matching peplum flaredjacket. I managed to greab three blouses in my size, and three skirts.From the boxes at the front of class. I was given a small. Grumbling to herself, Linda climbed out of bed and stretched as she walked into the luxurious bathroom.Mouse whispered, This bathroom is nice, but far from luxurious.Better than anything we’re used to, replied Linda.Remember that one foster house where the toilet flusher broke, and we had to use a bucket of water to flush with?Oh, God. Don’t remind me. We got the blame for breaking the toilet too, even though it was one of those two little kids they had, Linda remembered.After her morning.