”“What is that?” Frank asked me.“Only if I can call you dad as you are more like a father to me than being Frank,” I replied.Frank stood me ...p and hugged as he said, “That would be just fine, Ann.” I felt like I belonged here as he hugged me. I hoped my life was about to become normal again or at least to where I felt happy. I had that happy feeling as we hugged.Saturday morning came and I went to work helping with the horses. We went inside and had our breakfast. Frank reached into his pockets. By now I am truly her slut and submissive, if this is her wish or her lover, if that is her wish of the moment. We do not have as many opportunities as we wish. She is married and I have a social life. I did not swear off men. I have only one Mistress, my sister Marge. I am not a submissive to anyone else. I get together with her from time to time to make love. We are also lovers. We had gotten together a few times as lovers, I needed a session with her as Mistress/submissive. Last weekend,. See Jane run. Run Jane, run. Okay. The plot really thickens when they bring Spot, the dog, into the scheme of things I learned to make things using newspaper and paste from flour and water. I could color. I could hide in the bushes and climb some trees. I just had no one to be with. I wasn’t old enough to express my thoughts. At first, I wasn’t old enough to even understand the feelings I had. Much later, school would help some. Within a few years, I could go to the homes of other kids, after. Fuck this system. I want to go back to my life. My real life. Not this warped existence ... where I am so powerless, so weak, so utterly incapable of exacting revenge on people who have wronged me, people who killed...” That was all she could get out before her sobbing intensified at the thought of what she had lost.Time stopped for no one though. Nor did hunger let go of anybody. And it was hunger which finally forced Anna to finally get up and fetch some food for herself. And it was while she.