There was an elaborate security system on the fence and scattered throughout the house. Alice said that it was as good as we were going to find, so we...decided to live with what was there. We could always add dogs if we needed them.I had taken the opportunity to spend a lot of time with the tapes that I had made while I was in Chicago. I combined some commercial software with some stuff that I had written so that I could convert the voice to text on the computer. That made it easy to do. Bree wet Ali's hair and proceeded to apply Johnson and Johnson Babyshampoo.Ali closed her eyes and just enjoyed the fragrance of the shampoo, thehair washing, and the head massage from Bree.Wow, this girl thing is not too bad, he thought.As he laid there, he wondered why Sara wanted him to be more girly.He didn't care as long as he was able to spend more time with Sara andkiss her again.Bree looked down at her brother.His nightgown now barely covered his panties! His long, hairless legslooked. He is wearing a faded red, now turned into a dirty pink, long sleeved cotton shirt, with the sleeves rolled to half way up his forearms and denim jeans, which aren't so much fashionably faded and torn so much, as just old and used to death. The frayed cuffs hung over a pair of tortured brown riding boots, which looked like they had seen very little walking yet have a badly cracked and scored arches.His face and hands are so brown, they are almost black. Above his wrists his arms are almost pure. She was as real as he was. He was wondering if she was one of the ghosts that haunted his home. She didn’t appear to be scary. She was gorgeous, and Kevin wondered what she wanted.“Who are you? Why are you here?”“My name is Sara. I believe you paid for my company. I’m here to give you pleasure.”“This isn’t a brothel. This is my home. Why are you here?”“This is where I work. You’ve paid for my company. I’m going to lose my job if you don’t let me do what I do best. Now, please be a good boy and.