The girls were silent through the brief shower and the retreat to the master bedroom.Marshaling her most matter-of-fact voice, Lindsey said "So, your ...om tells you just about everything, doesn't she?" Becks nodded. "Doesn't it bother you to know about what they're doing?" It did at first, but Mom talked to me a lot. Now, I know it means they really love each other. And they like each other, too. I mean, like half my friends have divorced parents. If listening to them every night means I never. In short, I liked everything about being a girl, including the aerobics classes. I could do without the ballet even though I know it makes me limber. "Go to bed honey, we'll talk later."I tried to sleep right away, yet the memory of how he had excited me lingered, driving me crazy with guilt. I did not get up until late morning, and I looked like hell when mom and I sat at the kitchen table and talked again. "Do you think you are you ever going to be a boy again?" "How can I? After what I. Oh shit! Unwrapping another lard cube, Clare pressed a corner onto Kim's asshole. As it began to soften, she smeared it around, coating the anal area with thick, white fat. Keeping the semi-melted cube in her fist, she poked a greasy finger into Kim's hole, twisting it around, her fingertip probing the hot, soft flesh inside her sphincter. Kim shuddered and arched her back, as if to pull forward away from the finger, but the hard edge of the desk against her thighs stopped her. Clare poked a. Unless..."Yvonne paused to think for a minute before continuing, "On Saturdays Ioffer a full service spa day to my clients. It's more of a pamper andprimp service really. I cater it to lower and middle class women who mostof the higher end salons won't touch, even if they could afford it. Ithink having a maid clean up and provide them with tea service or drinksjust might increase my business enough to enable me to hire anotherbeautician or two. That would enable me to take him on as a client..