How say you, Daughter, do you support your son in his request to Stand?”Gordon’s mother says, “Much as I hate to do so at this young age, I do s...pport him.”The Great Mother looks up and stares at Clan Father as she says, “That’s the right decision for the country and the people. Still, I can’t see his future, but I can now see a better future for our people, but our time is now limited.” All in the room are shocked by the revelation, except Gordon. He feels the winds of history starting to pick. And wherewould he go? With a sigh of resignation he picked up his infant dolly andpopped her inside, then he pushed the pram through the hall into thelounge and out via the conservatory to the rear garden. He pointedlyignored Simon and Sheila's bemused glances, and searched for the girls inthe vast garden. The doll's pram had been slightly modified; its wheelsand push handle were a little bigger, so if he stooped slightly, he couldpush it almost like a normal child. Naturally he provided a. His attitude was one that could only be called pouting. His elation at an early appointment was brought down so quickly by having to wait, even if only a short while. The short while turned into half an hour before he heard footsteps. The divan was situated facing away from the door. John noticed the black hosiery first encasing thin, but nicely formed legs as they travelled up to a red leather skirt that ended just above the wearer’s knees. His eyes moved up to see the same black blouse then. But it is morning and Ursula is on the sofa of her own house. The early morning glow of sunrise softly radiates through the window, giving a dim but warm orange light to the living room. That warmth, that presence is Secks, looming next to her, studying the girl’s face as she sleeps, admiring her clothed body and feeling his need for her.With the bear snuggled so close to the girl, feeling so warm and cozy, those sensations invade her dreams. She sees her father once more and it melts her.