Well, it smelled deliciousanyway. I tapped Aunt Melissa on the shoulder as she busied herself withpreparations and hugged her tight when she turned ar...und. "Thank you,"was all I said."What are you thanking me for? You haven't even tasted it yet." We shareda secret smile and I asked her if there was anything I could do to help.I made the salad while she finished cooking the main meal. Mom arrivedhome and we ate dinner. It tasted as good as it smelled.Mom dropped me off in front of Aunt Viv's and. Parents used to be able to discipline their children without too many problems. Then someone somewhere said, 'Wait a minute, this has to be abuse!' Particularly if it was effective, 'learned doctors of the mind' said it was abuse."So the local governments started mandating, saying this, that, or the other was considered abuse. A lot of states won't let you so much as spank a child, insisting that this is a form of abuse. Public schools used to be able to give swats to students who stepped out. It was an enlightening peek into the tree-house.They seemed to be rank ordering the candidates based on looks and general degree of hotness. The most revealing part was that neither of them knew any names. They just used tags, like “the redhead in San Francisco with the big jugs”, or “the Latina from Orlando with the butt.” It was like listening to a couple of guys talk about zoo animals.The dude directly on my left was telling the guy on the far side about his most recent discovery. He said,. The girl was only dimly aware of the shadowy figures in the room with her. She was in pain from her position: they had not been kind to her. The girl'sbreasts had been pulled between two of the rungs on the ladder-like frame -rungs peppered with short, sharp, spikes ? and the rungs had been slowly ratchetedtogether so her breasts now bulged obscenely like two dark purple balloons.She had not been strapped to the frame; she had been bound to the frame withwire. The girl was aware of a new figure.