"You're on good terms with your grandparents now,aren't you? The Jeremy Kyle aftercare team worked their miracles, afterall..." Yes, we're on 'speakin...' terms," I reply. "Don't know about 'good'terms..." After showering and dressing in a conservative knee-length,long-sleeved dress and black tights, Sarah and I head downstairs to theliving room, collapsing together on the sofa just in time to her ourdoorbell ring."Hi mum! Hi dad!" My father says happily as he opens the front door."Hello, Chris!". When you thought about it, the name was so phallic, and an odd choice for Opus Dei’s women’s centre. As Michelle approached the front door, she heard the sound of women’s voices in animated conversation, sprinkled with laughter. Michelle knocked. The light visible through the front door’s eyehole darkened briefly, and then the door opened.“Michelle!” said a matronly women, dressed in black, her clothes frumpy. Rosa was a cheerful fixture at Michelle’s parish of St. Simeon Stylites, and the last. Oh I ate too much,me too we all said at once.Im not sure but all of us then fell asl**p for awhile sated by our big meal and a full day of sex.It was dark when Mom roused me from my slumber and suggested we all hit the bed sl**ping on the sofa would be killer to our backs and necks if we stayed on it all nite.Mom had a king sized bed so, mom gram,and me all shed our clothes and climbed in.I slept between them cuddling up to grandmas back and mom cuddling up to mine. About 7 nature was calling I. “The system is simple and works on a reward and punishment system. You do as you’re told and you don’t get a punishment pulse. You ask permission to do something or you get a punishment pulse. Only your thoughts are sacrosanct and only then if you do not voice them. Is this clear?”“Yes, JM!”“JM?” one of the Cadets asked.“Yes, Cadet?”“Um ... what’s the reward?”“You don’t get pulsed. The best reward ever. Got it?” he replied sarcastically.“Yes, JM!”“Now, fall in outside and let’s get you kitted.