” Her hands kneaded my shoulders, which felt like pure delight. “But I failed!” “Hush, silly girl. You didn’t fail. You passed with flying c...lors!” “I - I did? But how?” My emotions were a swirl, running on a roller-coaster, and I somehow couldn’t, didn’t want, to believe her. But looking up at Lauren’s face, seeing the pleased, soft expression there, made it seem possible. “You performed quite admirably, Bunnie.” She stepped closer and crouched down in front of me with a fluidity that belied. .. but she had to admit that had to be what she had seen. If it was that big soft, she wondered, what kind of monster was it hard?Betty was surprised at the tingle that happened, centered on her clit, at the thought of it hard. Before she could stop herself, she started envisioning him, first with no shirt, showing a solid 6 pack of muscular stomach. Then no socks and shoes, she had given him the body of a 25 year old jock, but decided that it would not be much of a stretch based on how the. It helped that the local judge was one of our buyers. All girls resembled their mother. Angelic hair, gray eyes, though Daisy’s were blue, and Rose’s were gray blue, petite frames, and delicate features. Our farmhouse looked like a fairytale, with little spites dashing about the yard. Clover was the hardest the train. She would wriggle in her suitor’s lap whenever he visited. While he said he didn’t mind that was not the reputation I wished to create, so she was frequently punished behind. "Oh, no," I gasped and plopped down in the wicker chair.As if things weren't eerie enough, I remembered just then that I'd arranged to participate in a Halloween Voodoo tour of the French Quarter the day before. Yesterday it had sounded like fun, especially being part of a group. Today, however, I wished I could cancel. I'd already paid though. Great."God, Casey," I whispered, thinking I'd better find someone else to talk to before talking to myself became habit.Beignets and café au lait. I.