She lounged around, tried her hand at working, and at doing nothing. Suddenly, a little over two years ago, she went back to school and studied hard, ...he changed her major from business to computers. I asked her why, and she said it just came to her to change majors. Then after a year, she changed from mainly computers to website design, but by then we just accepted that she knew what she was doing. We just couldn't see the reasons. Then she came home one day, said she had interviewed with you. ”“You didn’t. You were just a conduit for their obsessive addiction. It didn’t matter that you were a person because that personhood had no meaning for them. I believe that you are pure and lovely.“If you were walking along a path and a tree fell on you, it would not be your fault. You don’t keep the path clear. You don’t grow trees. You don’t knock them down. How could you have been responsible? I like my mother’s attitude. You are in the present and have a future. The present is very good as. ’ ‘Well Angel, I’d like to get started quickly if we can. There’s a lot to do today, so why don’t you go into wardrobe with our stylist Karen and get ready.’ ‘Okay,’ she replied as another woman, who must be Karen, waved at her to follow. The wardrobe turned out to be very simple. Karen helped her out of her own clothes and then took a hanger off the rack. The clothes Angel was to wear consisted of a white pair of t-back panties and a small white vest. The vest was just long enough to cover. But she knows what I want to say. “Yes, I said that I hadn’t gotten fucked in a long, long time …… and that’s the truth. Your father doesn’t seem to want sex anymore; he is so enamored with that secret project of his at work that it makes me wonder if he is having an affair. And I’ve never been fucked with a cock like yours. That’s …… what …… makes …… it …… so …… damn …… hard! I need …… sex …… so much …… and I don’t …… get it.” She dissolves into a fresh round of tears. I draw her close and let.