“Are you angry with me?” She asks the question like it's the most exciting thing in the world, while her hands move down underneath the waistband ...f her jeans so she can touch herself. I take her arms and pin them down onto the bed above her head, and already her fingers are dripping wet with her own juices. With my other free hand I give her face a gentle slap. “I will be if you don't start behaving,” I tell her sternly. I undress her slowly and hold her down again, where she writhes against. "I did as I was told, playing with the banana, getting hard again in mypanties, listening: "First of all, thank you Sharona. I do agree. I'vebeen reading as many of Kirsten's stories as I can and there's adefinite desire there. I personally think it's just a matter of time,so you might as well be ready."I looked away. Couldn't make eye contact until she told me to look ather.My eyes met her direct gaze."Do you want to suck a dick, Kirsten?" she asked bluntly.Tears welled in my eyes. I didn't. So I put on Debbie's old pajamas, eventhough they were just a little too big for me, and got intobed.Janet came in and asked if we would like to have a bedtimestory read to us."We don't want any damn bedtime stories read to us," Iresponded hotly."I want a bedtime story, mommy," Jack said.Janet ignored me and sat down next to Jack. Then shestarted reading him a bedtime story. I knew that Jack wassucking up to Janet. But I wasn't going to. If I hadn'tbeen changed into a 5 year-old, I probably. " It doesn't look very organised," whispered Tracey who'd always imagined warfare to be somehow more like the array of plastic soldiers she'd seen in model shops. Or even like the set pieces she'd seen on some movies. It was difficult in the smoke and the distance to make any sense of anything that was happening. Amongst the dark figures running around were also some jeeps who were dashing about, raising even more dust, associated with cracks of rifle and machine gun fire. One jeep appeared to.