Who decreed which parent the children lived with, or why, we had no inkling, and as it didn’t concern us directly, we probably didn’t care. Anyway...Alice and Emily (almost universally known as Emma) turned out to be a whole different ballgame from Reggie and Susan Arnold, and their own mother, come to that! Alice’s mother proved to be more than a little like George Arnold, from the start she had delusions of grandeur, living in that big house. Adult rumour once again, but the consensus was that. As her mind woke up she started to remember where she was and what had happened to her. She had been watching television, when the doorbell rang. Her boyfriend was supposed to be coming over so she jumped quickly to the door and swung it open wide without a second thought. It was the classic “Oh No” second. It is the shortest period of time in the universe. The time it takes to realize you have just fucked yourself. The shape was menacing and unidentifiable. The face was covered in what. She returned and knelt before Me in the standard presentation position.I took a long length of rope and secured her hands with her arms locked back behind her. The rope is wound and weaved through her arms and across her breast. The ropes are lifting and separating her luscious breasts. Next I weaved another section of rope between her ankles and thighs. This secured her in the kneeling position. Having her arms tied behind forced her prominent breasts outward and up. Her changing of positions. " But mum, how would this kill cancer?" she asked."I'm so glad you asked that, now if I were to feed a signal back to theglass at its resonant frequency, the glass would then start to vibrateat that frequency, but if I then increase the volume or the 'Amplitude'of that signal what do you think will happen then Susan?"She pondered this for a while: "I'm not sure mum; I hope that it wouldbreak the glass."I looked at her a little mischievously. "Shall we try it and see then?"Susan nodded to me and.