This time it is aclose-up of the ecstatic woman. Her face is perfectly made up, and herhair, while boyishly short is arranged in such a feminine way,...itdoesn't matter. I step into the bathroom, and follow the pictorialclues that appear in the mirror.I know by the smell that the roast is almost done, so I glide into thekitchen to finish cooking the side dishes. I've just finished layingout the sumptuous dinner when he walks in. Startled, I look aroundfor...something. A gun? Yes, I need to. ” Now she gave him a wicked smile, “Survive and someday I may thank you too.” She turned to go when he stopped her.“Brena, I know you and Jessa mean well, and I just might take her up on that offer. Understand this Brena, I will not be a plaything. I saw what can happen to a girl that tries to pull that stunt and fails. She is most likely still pulling her father’s plow as part of her punishment.” He grabbed Brena’s free arm that wasn’t holding a small pack and pulled her to him. Not giving her. I said “I don’t understand what the big deal is. I want them. If you let me keep them I won’t have to take Mommy’s old pantyhose.” He glared at me as he said “What? Michael, you better not take her pantyhose. You made a deal. I could have taken the nylons from you when you found them and I almost did. The reason I didn’t is because I didn’t want you to have a meltdown in public. I’ve been very fare with you. I want the box tonight.”I was still pouting when Dad said “every pair of nylons had. I quickly pulled my shirt off of my head, shut the door and locked it. looked at my chest to see that he had painted my nipples bright red and written, Sissy Slut and a phone nunber on my chest. I quickly brought myself off again, finished peeing and left. I went and carried on with my day and ended up shopping for some new jeans. I took a couple of pair into the changing room and pulled down my trousers again once again seeing the pink thong and the stockings I still had on. Standing up I.