"Holy Shit," I gasped as my search brought up a long list of informationsources.I spent the next hour looking through the various sources of informati...n,finding that most of them weren't really helpful. There were a few thatseemed to be written by religious leaders claiming that the Twisted wereeither transformed because of their sins or were possessed by some sort ofdevils. I did find one that suggested the opposite, that the Twisted wereactually blessed by God."Not what I need," I said,. ................................................................................................At five sharp the bells rang and the girls of all houses were awake and grumpy . The “floating” canes were busy urging slowpokes into action and finally all the girls were seated ,doing their morning shit! No girl was naughty or swore because they now knew the consequence of doing so . They all plopped nicely and in good time and stepped into the showers for their minus freezing morning. Almost did us both, Chloe.” He glanced over at Chloe still sleeping soundly beside him. “And you slept right through the whole thing. I bet you could sleep through a tornado right now. Couldn’t ya?”A perverted thought struck Dave like a lightning bolt. She was so beautiful. An angel really. And he was so, so lonely. No wife. An indifferent son. No real friends. No real home. No real… release. With trembling hands he reached over and pinched the straps of her tank-top and bra and slowly pulled. Mom made us prepare the guest room for Phil, so we got busy doingthat...Phillipa was a bit lost doing a chore like that. She never had tomake her bed at home. Mom had drilled me to do it all the time, so I wasalready an expert in it. I told Phil, "Take notes, I'm sure your mom willexpect you to make your own bed soon as well."She looked questioningly at me. "Why would Mom expect me to make my bed?She never bothered to teach me before." Because you're a girl now, dummy. Girls always make their.