Dad was obviously furious about that, as well. Dad doesn’t get angry much but someone messing with me or Bon will do it. But this was his wife messi...g with me. I don’t think he knew how to handle that.Then Bonny bullied Dad into giving Estelle the same treatment she always demanded we get for swearing. It’s been a few years for me but I felt that hand on my backside a time or two when I was little. Dad never hit me really hard, of course – just hard enough to sting. But it took seeing a report. I selected a couple of the sexiest bras, which entitled me to free pair of panties. Jean took great pains measuring my hips whilekneeling in front of me, close enough to be able to smell my crotch. She even wiped her finger across my nylon covered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. She insisted that I put on a crotch shield before trying on some panties. The crotchshield looked like a thin, spotty, day sanitary napkin. She helped me roll down my panties, and helped me adjust. "Ugh! Fine! We'll start small!" I growled, carefully pulling thatthing back out before tossing it next to the black one before it. Then,I turned to the two options that were left. The first was a step downfrom the previous one, and the second was only maybe about average sizefor a cock. Not wanting to be thwarted again, I just grabbed thelittlest one. That goth chick had said it was a good 'starter'.Situating myself in front of the mirror once again, I brought the littleone into position.. He needs support he won't get in ahospital. Everything will eventually come out and it may noteven help him all that much. Let me talk to him some morewhen he wakes up. I need to explore what . . .Beth? yes,what Beth just told us. That bears a deeper look. And Jane?" she turned to face him. "Go get some sleep yourself. We'llfigure out something."A Losing Season: Chapter 5. Reflections TwoMichael wandered about the locked bedroom listlessly. Thehouse was cool and he had put on the.