It fills me with unanticipated desire. I offer my hand, but she ignores it. Instead, she embraces me like I am her long lost sister, kisses each of m... cheeks in turn, the tip of her tongue covertly tasting me. She inhales deeply to capture my scent, assessing my worth as she sniffs my skin. But despite her outrageous theatrics, her proximity thrills me."Come in, both of you, please." She's standing aside now, holding the door open. As I enter her room, her deep-set eyes, heavy with mascara,. She did the laundry, using thewringer washer, (and hung it to dry on the clothesline in the back yard.) She made lunch for the girls. She broke up a fight between them. She cleaned up Patricia's skinned knee, wiped her tears, and hugged her tightly when she fell off her tricycle. She spent a few minutes weeding in the flower beds in front of the house. She started dinner cooking for the four of them. Somehow, she found time to do all these things, and a hundred more. She felt a little tired, a. Disobey me again and your friends will find out just what sissy you are," she informed me. "I want you all dressed when I get home or else! I'll get you a few things that fit you better tomorrow."I asked why she was doing this to me and she said that was my punishment so I would not end up being a criminal and find myself in jail for stealing. Mom would not tell me how long she planned to keep me in girl's attire. I hated wearing those stupid clothes, especially the panties, but I didn't have. " I hear the padlock snap down locking it in place. I feel a burning in my stomach and a rush of fluid again the moment I heard that secure noise of the lock. It says it is so permanent and so matter of fact that is refuses to give up its duty. I swear that it echoed for ten minutes after he locked it in place. I start to struggle and make protesting noises. Pete just laughs and works on moving us on the bed so he can get us under the covers. We are both lying on our sides facing each other..