‘That isn’t true. You know that isn’t true, Alex. You need me far more than I need you.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ I challenge. ‘Yes. I don’t feel lo...eliness, friendship or love so I don’t need anyone around me.’ ‘I forgot. You don’t feel: period.’ ‘That is right, Alex, I don’t feel. I wasn’t made to. I’m a robot, robots don’t feel.’ She stops me before I can respond. ‘Don’t say that, Alex, remember you can’t hurt me. Now I’m off back to work. Try and make yourself busy.’ I don’t see her again until the. Almost in a daze, I did as I had been instructed. He seemed pleased with my obedience. He slapped my butt cheeks a few times and I yelped as they tinged. “You have a lovely round ass Mira, I have been wanting to see you this way for a while. Now be a nice little doggie, say you are sorry and beg me to fuck you.” I could not understand what had become of the kind, funny Ram I knew. This Ram was being a sadist dominant fucker. I had never been sexually dealt with in this manner, and in spite. " I'm sorry, Mother. I just wanted to ... to ... see," I know what you wanted to see." Grace's already hard nipples began to tingle when she saw the wide eyed stare of her son. "They are only breasts. All women have them." They are beautiful breasts. They are the prettiest I have ever seen," he said almost in a whisper.Grace felt a chill run down her spine and she unconsciously thrust her breasts outward, keeping her arms covering most of her breast flesh. "So how many naked women's breasts. If a year’s harvest didn’t yield enough to cover the cost of staying in business, they made good money in the ring to cover the expenses. I had been trained in the art of fisticuffs by both of them, much to the disapproval of my mom and grandmother. I lost count of how many times my dad and grandfather caught shit for training me to fight, from mom and grandma at the dinner table. The memory brought a smile to my face. My mom’s words had stayed with me. Every time I told her I wanted to be.