I never knew that I had agreed to my lower legs being amputated, the forms were in Arabic, but they hacked them off and kept me sedated for weeks whi...e they did the operations and let me heal and somewhere during the same period they chopped my fingers back to the joint next to the knuckle, every finger and both thumbs, but they kept taking me away and sedating me before doing some more alterations.They changed my medication, they laced my food with it and very gradually I came to appreciate. We can switch back next week... if that's O.K. with you, mom." "Seems fair to me, and a good punishment for him...her... if yourfather agrees." She looked at me for agreement and I nodded. "And as you, young lady--man, I mean, I think some boy-type chores are in order for your punishment. You can take the garbage out for the rest of the week, wash the cars, mow the lawn, clean out the garage and the basement, and since it's your brother's 'time of the month', you can do all. ” She ordered Danni and Margot. Danni stared at me with pain and hatred in her eyes, and closed the door behind them. “So you little tramp,” she spoke angrily, “I invite you into my home, and you sleep with my innocent son?” She grabbed my arm, her curly brown ponytail swung behind her. “Get out of Brandon’s bed.” She wasn’t fat at all, but she was a pretty tall woman, around 5’9’’, and she pulled all 103 pounds of me out of the bed with hardly any trouble.“Mom—“ Brandon started.“And Brandon!”. This was her revenge on those early booming girls who when at 14 she had just hit puberty, made her feel inadequate because they already had a woman’s body. She was still trim, never having grown boobs beyond her 34 B’s, except when she was pregnant of course. But since she still had size four hips she looked well balanced and got her share of looks from younger men. At eleven o’clock Jill answered Bonnie’s knock at her door. Jill was still reasonably attractive for a woman in her mid thirties..