Although... Lately Jenny had dweller more on how she had been adopted. How her father and mother really were not her blood relatives. It would be easy...to get them to spank her. She was fairly sure they were not that happy with her for some reason. She was getting in trouble all the time. Not cleaning the living room. Not doing the dishes on her night. But she knew that some of her problems stemmed from her little 'brother'. At eighteen he loved to torment her. He would mess up the living room. Daddy said that they had been having awhite woman breeding ceremony and that they would claim me as one oftheir women for as long as we stayed there. He bought tickets on thenext plane out of Africa and we came straight here. Then, you asked meout on a date."Carla smiled as she turned to show Steven her body's profile and added,"The breeding ceremony was a big success. See? My tummy has alreadystarted to show. In about seven or eight months, we will be the proudparents of a big healthy Watusi. He had long tired of young twenty-somethings in the typical dance clubs. Some good live music would do him well. He passed a few places that advertised live music but after peeking inside, none of them held his interest. He was picky when it came to music -- a solid beat, grooving bass line, and a few horns were damn near prerequisites. Good vocalists, keyboard and guitar players to round it out. It was strange then, what drew him to the non-distinct bar in front of which he now stood. The. "Taylor's mom just calledme. She says there's going to be a pool party at their place onSaturday. You're going." Yes, Mother."James felt his cheeks redden. He hadn't told his Mother about it; in thehopes he wouldn't have to go. It seemed like he was going anyways. Therest of the day passed without incident, save the regular bum injection.On Friday, he received another injection, and it was time for anotherballet practice. The lesson passed by easily, and once again James' waspraised for his.