And then I squeezed off the shot.The trigger pulled like a St. Bernard on a leash, but the snap of the gun going off was familiar. The can wobbled and...sat there. I’d hit it, but it was a good inch and a half from the “R” I’d been aiming at. So the sights were trash, too. I put the gun down in disgust.“Do it again,” ordered Bobby.This time I played a game of defeating the substandard trigger, and aiming with “Kentucky windage”. I wanted a hole in that R. As I thought about that later, I think. ” She spat.“Don’t mind if I do.” He grabbed her by her hair againand dragged her face closer. “Suck it.”“No.”“Do it.”“No.”“Do you know what this is called?”“Fuck off.”“It’s called topping from the bottom. You have anulterior motive and you’re trying to get me to go alongwith it.” She had the decency to blush a bit at that. “Now, you canfinish what you started or you can. "Thank you so much. Sissy is very pretty," Sharon told Vanessa on the way out."You girls have fun," said Vanessa, walking with us to the door. She was smiling broadly.Sharon led me out the door, opened the car door for me, and got in. Starting the car, she said, "Now, you're ready for your sissy weekend.You're going to be a good girl." The last statement was delivered with stern undertones that told me I wouldn't get away with much resistance. Then she leaned over and kissed me full on the. Sometimes I think he's jealous because Mom dotes on me, always hugging me and kissing me on the cheek and doing things for me. Maybe if I were him I'd be jealous too because she's one of those women who draw stares wherever she goes. At age forty, she's still a real knockout. At least that's what the guys at school think.I think there had been some problems between her and Dad. They never argued in front of Karen and I but you could definitely tell their relationship was strained. I even asked.