Cooper. Oh, youre such a sweet gift! Father Timothy muttered as he looked at Helgas face. He reached up and tenderly brushed some strands of hair from...her cheeks. Helga had become his Goddess. She was his Mary, his Mother, his goddess and perhaps… dare he even think… perhaps pregnant by him and soon to be mother of their holy child. A moment of doubt crossed his features. He wondered at his age weather he was physically capable of impregnating her. He had only just been capable of having. "That's my good little girl."From a dresser, he removed several items. First came the hood. It was made of leather and went over her head. When she wore it, her eyes were covered and she couldn't see. The area at the nose was tapered to allow for it, and she could breathe freely. An opening at the mouth allowed for full access so she could speak if need be, as a strap secured the hood under her chin. He tugged the zipper down and closed the hood over her head. In spite of the leather, she could. ”Damn, she may be a bit chubby, but this girl has some legs on her. She’s wearing a really short, really tight, dark blue miniskirt and it leaves a lot of leg showing. Her shoulder length hair is a dirty-blonde and her face is round and cute with puffy cheeks. She’s red-faced and smiling as she tries to step up the three steps to the stage.There was a tall, slim cowboy sitting nearby, and he hurried over to take her hand as she turned sideways to make it up the steps. She reached out and patted. Always tori would come downstairs in her pajama pants and shirt. That sleeping outfit she’d had for many years. She loved that outfit and didn’t even want to think about getting a new one. The problem however was, that she did seem to outgrow the pants and shirt. So now every Saturday she would come down in extremely low worn pajama pants and a very tight shirt, that gave a hint of nipples. Steve knew it was his little sister and didn’t want to watch. He felt embarrassed if she or his parents.