I bet when you were in that god-awful desert pulling your pud you were thinkingof big sister, weren't you?" Sissy aproached him slowly, her D cups hig... on her chest, the glow of the television lighting up her large pink areolas. "It's okay, you little perv. I don't mind. Sissy will always be here for her little man."She knelt between his thighs. Her fingers slowly inched their way to his crotch. Bobby lookedanxiously toward the darkness of the hallway."It's okay. Eric is dead to the world." She. Sometimes, as I sit and watch the light from distant suns, I wonder where she is, how she is doing. I will never know what really happened that night. I will never understand who, or what, she was. I will never see her again I fear, but sometimes it is enough just to remember.It was here that we met, outside my little house in the hills. I was sitting on my front porch, lost in thought. My hands playing random tunes on my old guitar. I stared out into the night, seeing nothing. At first I. He looked at the five red weals striping her ass and decided that a caning wasn’t so bad, after all. Sure, she squealed. Sure, she writhed and struggled against her bonds. Sure, she begged him to stop. But what was all that, anyway? She was just acting the way that she thought that a woman should act when she was taking a beating. But she wasn’t like other women. She didn’t feel pain the same way as they did. Caroline was a masochist. That meant that she liked pain. That was the definition of a. "I know," he whispered, closing his eyes, "Guess we're not opening forSteely Dan, huh?" Nope." We were silent for a minute, lost in our own thoughts. Then he squeezedmy hand."I'm... I'm done, Kim," he said quietly, "Finished with the music scene.I've been kind of thinking about it for a while now, but I wanted to seewhat would happen now that we had a manager. But... I guess this is thelast straw, now..."I... See, this friend of mine is offering me a job up north. I can gettrained as a.