"She sniffed and said she was sorry, that it wasn't her fault."So tell, tell me what happened. I mean the last time you were thrown out of a school, i... took, what three months? And where did that little dress come from? It shows your ass you know and your boobs as well."She nodded as I moved into traffic. "Yeah, and that wasn't fair; he was just a practice teacher, that last school. Anyhow, you left me in the office and he, the headmaster, he sent me to a counselor, and he gave me a schedule. Thistraining assures that by the end of the week the baby girls will not onlyexperience permanent total urinary incontinence, but permanent totalbowel movement incontinence as well. During the week Trainer F noticesthat the latches on baby Barbi and baby Jennifer's cribs need to beadjusted to make sure they lock properly. She places a call."Donna?", Trainer F asks, knowing she is the only one that will answer thephone"Yes, how can I help you?" This is Frangelica with the permanent sissies,. With any kind of bad news, they could be ruined.Jenny was near tears when she told her husband, Joe, and asked him to go with her the next day. They had no idea that Marcel had faked the letter about the insurance being canceled. They had no idea that he had intercepted the doctor's email and changed it to include his own name as the specialist for referral.The next day, when they went into the hospital, the receptionist found Dr. Rubidoux's name in the computer and buzzed him on his cell. Used in public, 'Honey, ' engendered a 'trained monkey, ' response from me that made it impossible for me to disagree with her. The word, uttered from Becky's lips, defined possession, I was hers and she was mine. When we were alone, 'Honey, ' had a calming affect that rendered me helpless to defend my manhood. Becky knew the power she held over me and, although she usually yielded to my demands, we both knew it was a façade that would crumble with one word, 'Honey.'I pulled her down so I.