I tried again and this time I stared greedily at her boobs and said you must know that. She got it this time and was apparently stunned. She could not...look at me and was looking downwards. I told her to think of it and let me know her decision later. I also told her that this was the only thing she could do to make me connive at her misconduct.Next day she came to my room cautiously and asked me again what actually I liked her to do. I told her, “You know that”. But she kept asking. Her green fluttering eyes wereaccentuated by purple eye shadow and her sandy blonde hair framed herface perfectly. Moving on down, her breasts heaved with excitement andalmost seemed to bounce. The dress was giving the illusion of cleavagewhich made it that much better. Her waist, now slimmer, was showing offa small, but certainly smackable booty. As I continued my inspection, Inoticed my hands had gone to my hips and I was sticking out my deliciousnew booty just a little bit. Finally, the. OK? Do you know how Jill got pregnant? ... No, not that. Of COURSE that's how she got pregnant. OK, let me ask this. Did she talk to you about sex before this ... happened? I'm trying to get Mindy to talk to me and she won't. Honest Liz I'm not trying to pry. I just need to know if you talked with the girls about sex before all this happened ... Really? ... REALLY? ... Oh my word! Oh Liz thank you! I have to go. Yes, I'll talk to you more later. OK. Bye."Cora turned, her mouth open. "She KNEW. I guess I haven't really understood how things are for you on Cassandra. I have read the material on your males' low fertility rates and I understand intellectually about how that leads to the whole Damsel in Distress thing. What I don't get is exactly what you caretakers get out of this personally." Well, lets see - our males have dicks the size of breakfast sausages. Worse, they have the libido of a honey bee drone and the sexual skills of a brick. Worst of all, when one can be browbeaten.