"If I wasn't getting my toes done today, I'd have worn my tights."As she went in, Mark looked down the sidewalk of the strip mall. Hehated waiting for...his wife while she was in the beauty shop. When hiseye caught a new shop, he decided to check it out."Can I help you?" Asked a short, bearded old man."Just looking," said Mark. "What kind of shop is this?" A magic shop," Said the man."With dolls?" asked Mark."Voodoo dolls." The man said. "If you have a personal item or bodypiece from someone. More than twenty years later I still have some of the girdles I got from this woman, and I value them for their having come from this long deceased relative of mine. My personal sex life is one of numerous masturbation fantasies, usually involving getting dressed up in multiple layers of clothing, I don't really have the desire to wear dresses and go out in my undergarments, but I have gone out a few times. I have picked up my daughter from school with a butt plug up my ass and tight panties on. Let's get out of here, shall we?" heconcluded, finishing the last of his coffee.When they arrived at the house Marsha got right to work on the kitchen.Kevin took a toolbox with him and headed upstairs to the attic. He knewthat he would need to use a hammer and chisel to remove the locks fromthe three big trunks. Marsha told him to holler when he was ready tomove the trunks and she would come up and help him. With that, he lefther in the kitchen and went upstairs.In the attic, Kevin took out his. I’m bad. I’m bad.’ ‘Evelin?’ ‘I’m bad,’ screamed the girl from inside the closet. ‘I’m bad.’ He didn’t bother to warn her before storming to the closet and pulling it open. Something was very wrong. ‘I’m bad,’ wailed Evelin stabbing at her arm with a sharp metal pen. He tore the pen from her and threw it across the room, then grabbed hold of the injured arm. ‘I’m bad,’ sobbed Evelin. ‘I’m bad.’ ‘Stop it, Evelin,’ he commanded, inspecting the cuts. Some of them were bleeding but none were deep..