Mom was totally normal at home for the first day or two after, then seemed to be a little edgy. She was abrupt with my Dad a lot. I thought it was pro...ably because she couldn’t drink much when he was there. I started to measure the gin bottle and concluded that she took some every day. She was often on the sofa dozing when I arrived home after school or upstairs in her bedroom lying down. Jimmy made it a habit to walk home with me and check her out before going home himself. Every time he did I. “No, that would be awkward. Robes aren’t made for doing chores. But a rainy Saturday in PJs? That's something I’d be down for.”“Cleaning clothes now. PJs for movies. Got it.”Katie got a reply from Brenda. It was a pic that Boratus had taken the night before. She and Brenda sat on the couch, showing the writing on their bodies with proud smiles.She almost came right then.Her mom burst out laughing. Katie turned red, thinking she’d been caught, but her mom held out her phone to show her Facebook. Using it, time passes quickly, unnoticed by me. She is aware of this, and often requires me to sing during corner time, to keep me aware and in the present moment. And, she is aware of how much I dislike my own singing voice, as I have often stated that “…my singing voice makes dogs howl, cats run away, and babies cry…”. So, she uses the singing requirement as part of the punishment.A little more background: ‘Twinkle twinkle little bat’ is a poem recited by the Mad Hatter in chapter seven. She said she was going to give me a quick lesson in something every young man should get from an experienced woman. Kathy said it was up to me and understood if I wanted to leave. I answered her by loosening my tie and kicking off my shoes. I took off my clothes and asked her what the shaving cream was about. She smiled and said she wanted me to get a lesson in pussy. She said she wanted me to know how a pussy looked, smelled, tasted and, more importantly, she said she wanted to teach me how a.