I'm the sixth grader now and your goon squad is all going to junior high. So let me tell you what to expect this year." He didn't tell me anything. He...threw an elbow into my ribs and then kneed me in the gut. When he finally left me, I crawled back through the woods and home. I just went into the barn and cried while I brushed Gypsy. I hated him. I hated my life. I wouldn't even be riding the bus with the junior high schoolers. I was dead meat.I didn't go outside for the next week. I went to. I slipped on a pair of my white knickers. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. When I stepped into the car my little skirt flew up my legs. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the. You also ended up promising a favour to your twin brother for his silence, and absence from the party. While he was fine for keeping quiet for free, when he found out that also meant not being around the house, with your most likely very drunk friends, then he required convincing. God knows what his favour will be, most likely it'll be something like trying to get him a date with a friend, but then again he can be perverted sometimes, so you hope that he'll just have you play matchmaker. He's. "What a load of a crap. But, its getting closer to seven, so I guess I'd better put on the cap and wig, and head for the party. Oh, the pain."CeeJay had never worn a skull cap before and he was surprised that hisshoulder-length hair fit under it completely, seemingly without a trace.To a casual observer, he could easily have been taken as bald. Amazing.Standing in front of the mirror, CeeJay pulled on the wig and discoveredthe wizard's meaning of "self-adjusting" clothes. It wasn't the.