It was now 7:30pm; mum and dad came down from getting ready upstairs and wished us a quick goodbye. We continued watching television. It was still so ...ot inside the house.My sister siting in the chair to the left was still just in her tiny bikini. I began to have thoughts of what lay beneath her panties. I wondered if she shaved herself or had a little landing strip; I wondered what it would feel like to slide my fingers up and down her little, tight, innocent pussy. As my thoughts wandered in. Her show had suffered such a decline and rumors were flying that changes were imminent if the numbers slid again. The most persistent rumor had the station manager contemplating aiming for a younger demographic by totally revamping the show. The new version would be faster paced, with new sets and hip new hosts."What does Mr. Caldwell say about it?" I asked.She snorted. "He says I don't need to work anyway and that I could find some other hobby. Can you believe it; he called my career a hobby.. Her father would have strapped her with his belt. Tom was the one who knew how to deal with her. Without him to keep her in line, she's more than I can handle. She's lucky you only used your hand. I came over to apologize for her behavior. It's really my fault. I'm not much of a disciplinarian. I'm afraid I'm not much of a mother.”"Don't be so hard on yourself. Being a single mother is not easy. I think you've done a wonderful job. It's not your fault she's a headstrong young woman. We haven't. Words like MKULTRA and “national security” were bandied around in conversation, followed by proof of generous recompense for his silence and future cooperation. The result was hardly a surprise to anyone who knew the good Doctor: conveniently unattached, he had resigned his teaching job in a matter of weeks, moved out of his town, and vanished completely.It would be left unsaid that certain measures were put into play to ensure that Dr. Lanschtein was obscured beyond belief - measures that.