While you were having your bad dream — you dreamt you were still in that stinking jail — I was reminding myself that you're really still only a li...tle girl. And that's despite your medical and legal knowledge coupled with the way you took apart that insufferable bitch in the courtroom today."Honey, parents want the opportunity to protect their children. We want you to come and snuggle when you're scared or sick or hurt. Do you understand? It's a part of being a parent ... the very best part. We. “Well maybe, but we could always have sex to get rid of it once it comes. I mean, I feel we're like really close friends now,” I replied. “But you don't wanna be exclusive just yet?” Gillian asked. “Well I suppose whether we wanted to or not, we just mixed business with pleasure, but I guess we did just expose our baggage to each other. So you still wanna be exclusive after hearing all that shit about me though?” I asked. “Well, with all shit comes that big dick, and you can't put baggage meter. When we first worked together she put an understandable barrier up but once she realised that I was only interested in teaching her girls football, she relaxed a lot more. We worked well together, so well that a couple of the other girls' mothers often teased me over what they called my 'feigned disinterest'. I always just smiled. My eyes could see that Helen was a beautiful young woman but no other part of me was remotely interested in her or any woman. Jennifer still had a strong hold of my. One of her hands was laying on her crotch feeling the new smoothness there. She looked at me and asked, ? How could you do such a thing to me Pat? And why would you want to?? I sternly reminded him, ? You are to address me as Mistress girl. We did it because we wanted to and could. What the hell, they were useless anyway. Now you are a girl forever and I own you.? She mournfully said, ? But Mistress I used to be your husband!? I said, ? Exactly right donna, you used to be a man, now.