That was it, that’s why Glory stayed friends with Amanda. Secrets had kept them together. Besides, nobody in Manhattan went to therapy. Mental illne...s was so uncool, a dark stigma that conjured up a series of ugly myths, myths about the mentally ill that needed to be abandoned, clarified. ‘I never talked to the walls,’ Glory cried, the plane touching down at O’Hare. Amanda nodded, looking out the window, a reporter with uneven cheekbones scribbling notes, setting up for a shot. The Sun Times. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school aren't anything like you," I purred, my body trembling in his arms. "Oh Stephanie," he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his voice. "You'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you'll fall in love with, a boy you'll want to marry and start a family with," he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment. "I don't want a boy. We are both forty-seven, as this story begins, and still socially active; well, she's socially active; I'm an active baby sitter and all around gofer.Like I said, my place in this household rankles. Jenny never wants to go out with me, unless you count the two or three movies a year that she deigns to let me escort her to. I had begun to think that maybe she was ashamed of me; the theaters were dark, so she had minimum exposure to criticism being out with someone who looked like me.Okay, me?. On the twenty-seventh stroke, she screamed out in ecstasy and flooded my hand with her juices. I set the paddle down and pulled her up into my arms as she rode out her climax. She had tears running down her face, and her ass was a rosy red but her eyes are bright and she is smiling. “Wow Master, if that is a punishment I may have to be bad a lot more often.”I laughed and shook my head. “I wouldn’t advise that little one. That was what my pets who enjoy spanking as you do would call a pleasure.