I grabbed Mama O'Grady, lifted her up and spun around a few times. Of course when I let her down, I had to run to my room to avoid being hit with the ...itchen broom. Mrs. O'Grady's arm had healed well and she was in fine form as she chased me up to the safety of my room.I had just the suit to wear tonight, so that I didn't embarrass Sarah. It was the suit I wore to funerals and weddings. When I came downstairs, Mrs. O'Grady was impressed and she told me so. "Stan, you look sharp. You should. She had accepted the pain, and had survived. This time.------Anne's training continued, with small but sure steps. She was degraded and humilitated continually, to the point where she lost all identity of self. Her life became one of acceptance and survival. Obedience was rewarded; failure to please resulted in commitment to complete isolation. She craved the attention of anyone, even the enforcers... though the Doctor was the one that provided the rewards, and she craved his approval more than. Thrusday morning I showed up and Irene was wearing her regular sweat pants and t-shirt again. I was a little disappointed but we did have work to do and she couldn't very well walk around in panties all the time. We kissed frequently and groped each other as we painted the bathroom and talked a lot while we finished up. I was amazed at how easy she was to talk to. I think as much as anything else this was what turned me on about her. When we got done it wasn't even noon. Irene went to. Both guys oblivious to my reaction continued to pound me like a dead piece of meat until they both fulfilled their needs. They then let me dress, helped me out of the cab and wished me Good Luck. While temporarily exhausted, the crisp night air gave me new life. I continued on my way. Then someone said “Smokey Coming”. Apparently one of the trucker’s wives or girl friends was disgusted with my behavior and called the cops. This time I didn’t have the luxury of shopping for my next.