“I just don’t know what to do,” lamented the woman.“It’s gonna be okay.”“I just got so much to do. I can’t take it.”“Momma! Calm d...wn. I’ll fix it.”Efren filed a petition for guardianship of Gianni. He was now responsible for the ward’s well-being. He fucked the soft sissy at every chance. He started feeding his great-nephew pills - estrogen and testosterone blockers.Unfortunately, Fannie Lockridge passed away in 2010. The funeral was nice. Efren paid for it all. He even got his brother,. I could attribute her behavior towards me and her style ofplay to our being on her "territory" - her room, her toys - but it wasmore than that. We played the games she wanted to play, by her rules,with her chosen outcome.Katie was always the victor, the decision maker, hands down, withoutquestion, always. The one I time I'd dared to suggest that I be allowedto play the princess, she had crossed her arms, stomped her feet andyelled, "NO! It's MY game and MY rules!"I'd challenged her on these. Donita was lying on the other couch. He stormed up to her and shouted, “How dare you accuse me of anything! I was just trying to help! But if I am going to have the name…!” He grabbed Donita and pulled her from under the blanket. She slapped him and they struggled until he got both her arms behind her. Kean then saw her pantyhose on the floor and remembered that he had her remove them when he was trying to get her dry. Kean used the pantyhose to tie Donita’s arms behind her. He then threw her. The Major gave a satisfied grunt. "About time, God dammit!" Another convoy of trucks and Humvee's approached him, the troops inside dismounting as orders were barked. The men all in full battle dress and face camouflage unloaded their kit; each one stopping for a moment to glance at the shimmering shield. Then every man doubled his efforts, realising this late night mission would be no practice drill. The troops from A company site sentry battalion adjusted their night vision mounted M16.