“I know you,” he said quietly, leaning over to me. I tried to ignore him, pretending to look out the window on the opposite side of the bus. “Yo...’re a stim-girl, I’ve seen you on the net.”“Sir,” I said turning to face him, “I think you have me confused with someone else. I’m just heading to classes.” He had a hand in his pocket and there was a lot of motion in his pants.“I’m rubbing it for you, making it nice and hard,” he said. “Why don’t you come with me to the back of the bus and you can. The kitchen wasn’t much cooler either as gran had the fire blazing away to boil the water for the washing. Lunch was already prepared and as I sat opposite gran I could not help but look at the open apron, hoping that her breast would become totally exposed but all I got to see was little glimpses of her girdle cups over lunch.I still had plenty of time before going back to work so I started on the poss stick to help gran out with the washing. When it was time for me to leave again, gran. He wants them to have equal respect in their relationship, but he is the boss for sexual purposes. She has decided that, if he asks her to live with him, she will. She wants him to hold her captive and lock her in the house. She wants him to tell her when to piss. But he would never tell her when or what to eat; that is a sensitive subject for women that they should control themselves.Rachel waits on the park bench. This is not a children's park; it is just a place to walk through, or sit and. I had to concentrate hard so that I didn't get a second look atmy lunch.In spite of everything Mom didn't say anything, nor did she make anystupid insinuation. That restored me so that I felt better shortly.##Somewhat later, however, Mom came back to the subject. "I don't thinkthat it will help if you replace Andrea with a boy."I could have kissed her. Mom's the best!"That probably won't help Mark lose this predilection," she continued.Mrs. Weber nodded in agreement. "He sees boys every day and.