Sometimes my parentswould go out and my brother and sister would hang out with theirfriends. Other times my parents would go out and bring my brother ...ndsister with them.I'd ask to go with them but my mother would tell me, "No honey, it wouldbe way past your bedtime when we get home."--My parents were going away for the weekend and my brother and sisterwere going to watch me.As soon as my parents left my brother said, "Ok Bobbie, we are going toneed a lot of food for the party. So Amy is going. When she told him she was glad he was with them, she realized that she really meant it.The Ferguson boys arrived home two days after Dex got there. They both went out of their way to make Dex feel at home, especially Chris. The boys were fairly athletic, but neither had played a varsity sport. It was soon apparent that Dex surpassed both of them, and was easily able to enter into their games and horseplay. The hoop on the front of the garage got a serious workout those two weeks in June.When. One woman, whose deep, throaty voice make me believe is considerably older than my 25 years, is taking great pleasure in digging her fingernails into the back of my already sensitive and stretched scrotum. My not inconsiderable pain seems to be of no consequence, as she discusses her current stock portfolio with a male friend while she squeezes my balls ever so tightly, curling her fingers up and behind to dig her seemingly 3 inch long dagger nails into the soft skin.. Finally, for whatever. ’ Miranda’s voice said high-pitched and shrill. She wouldn’t kill me, right? She wouldn’t. She may be crazy but she wasn’t that crazy, was she?Miranda was dressed in a fifties polka-dot dress with a white peter pan collar, her hair in a tight bun and she wore glasses. I’d never seen her wear glasses before. She sat down on the bed next to me and looked down on me with an enamored smile.‘Hi there, dear June, how are you feeling.’ Her fingertip softly ran over my cheek. I moved away from.