Rena smiles and nods for a moment. Looking more closely at her, I’m surprised to see that she looks much younger than I had assumed she’d be. I�...�d expected someone on the order of Joanne’s or Phoebe’s age, but Rena, even though life has obviously worn her down some, doesn’t seem much older than myself or Taylor. The realization hits me that she must have given birth to Megan when she was very, very young, and that’s a sad thought to contemplate. Her life must have been hard indeed. Now I. She leaned over the sink and looked up into the mirror staring at her reflection. She stared back at her own brown eyes. She often wondered what it was that men found so appealing about her. She knew she wasn’t horrid looking. She herself though she was nothing special. She thought she was average looking. When people would stare at her, she would often turn around to see who was behind her, so sure she was that they weren’t looking at her. She was often told she was pretty. She guessed it. We need a top for her. Something less distracting than usual." I thought for a second, then the perfect thing occurred to me. I ran up to Jim's room and stuck my head in. Jim was lying on the bed, reading a homework assignment."Hey, Jim. Have you got a football jersey I can borrow?" Sure, Sis. Old? New? Dirty? Local? Pro?" He opened his closet and pointed to a rack that was almost full of football jerseys."What a collection! Uh. This is nice." I pulled out a Dolphin 'away' jersey with number 12. At nine her mother had started spanking her with the ruler that was lying next to her on the coffee table.Since Daphne started high school, she had only been spanked a few times, but on those occasions, part of her punishment had been given with a rattan cane.Daphne felt the sting of her mother's palm as it landed against the bare right cheek of her bottom. Her mother alternated cheeks, angrily spanking Daphne, hard and fast. The slaps rang out in the closed room, along with Daphne's cries..