Babs asked for Mr. Ed, the person to whom she had been directed. He was a fussy old man but apparently had a reputation for creating the best ballet b...ot to be found. After brief introductions, Ed showed the ladies samples of his work and how the boots were actually designed and made. Over the years, he said he had produced almost a thousand of these hand crafted items and he was rather proud of his craft. He inquired ifmoney would be a consideration and was assured that, within reason, money. David pretty much stays the same size, just softer to harder is all. You've got nothing to complain about. Trust me."Her words were both assuring, and yet once more alluded to the fact that she was a hell of a lot more aware of things that I obviously had been. And it again made me wonder, just who in this family had been doing what ... to whom?"Well, now that we're finally all here together, and while we're waiting for the steaks and fish to finish cooking, perhaps it's time we have that quick. . "Now spread it open. Show me your deepest desires." My hands went between my legs as I turned my face from the window. I couldn't watch her looking at me. Blood burned in my face as my fingers found my labia, weaving through my pubic hair. With a whimper I pulled them apart. Despite my fear I felt a rush of relief and excitement at the idea of showing myself. "Nice, all pink and shiny," the tinny voice congratulated, then paused as I stood there, exposed and trembling. "Tell me, Sonia," her. "Here, " Krystal offered, "let me try." As Krystalrubbed off the dirt, a carbon copy of Waldo from appearedin front of her. "Greetings current mistress and former master! I amWaldo, genie of the cheap bottle of booze! You have threewishes! Make em snappy! I'm in the middle of a poker gamewith the boys down at Central Wishes and Shipping. I got astraight flush, and I wanna get back and clean up!" A faintcry of nice bluff, jackass! Could be heard in the wind.Waldo nearly cried. "Former master?".