I’d been fooling myself all these years, thinking that because I’d denied my wicked impulses and unnatural cravings, I was the good sister. I’d ...een wrong, but it had taken my own mother to show me the truth. I whimper, kissing her clit, curling my tongue and scooping her thick cream from her pussy just as my sister had taught me. “No, mommy.” I tell her, surrendering to the inevitable. I abandon myself to pleasing her, abandoning myself to the illusion that I have no choice, just as I fooled. Just one eye though. The other eye’s nerves and things were too damaged to salvage. They will try to replace those in about six months. You should have one good eye to see with until then.’ ‘Hey! That sounds great! Where did they find a donor for the eye? They couldn’t find one yesterday.’ ‘They had a volunteer show up.’ ‘They had a live donor? Wow!’ Martin heard someone enter the room. ‘Are you guys ready to go get the bandage off? You know it will only be off for a short time then you will. He called LA while I was there, not getting through to the person so he left a voicemail message identifying himself, me, and reading out the information on the note I'd given him.I got the LA cop's card back, "In case I need it agin'." I also promised to come back when I had my afternoons organized or if my details changed.The cop asked, "Why not call them yourself instead of coming here?" I don' have much money so it's cheaper on your dime, haha. Also, I'm from a gang in LA so I though you. My Master agreed also and I think it pleased him that I'd removed those things about a month after I'd arrived, without being asked or told, and simply left them near our empty dinner bowls one evening for Master to find. Perhaps that was the sign he'd been waiting for, or maybe just a coincidence of timing, although since that night outside the 7-11 in Seattle I'd stopped believing in coincidence and luck.Master entered the room an hour after he'd found my jewelry, bringing his chair as usual..