”The tone on the “Yes Master” was perfect. Even the eyes were in the the “Ball Park” ... Well, most of the time, that is. He kept making qui...k little glances over at what his “Queen” was doing, and his body language was telling me that he didn’t like it at all.I really couldn’t blame him, as I wouldn’t like what was going on over there either, if I had been in his shoes.However, Master has to stay Master, and I just wasn’t going to put up with any jealous attitude. To his credit, he did know. .." Ellaand I chuckle, and before too long, we pull up outside the Australiangirl's (English) grandmother's house, where I bid farewell to her with aquick, feminine hug."Can't stand that girl," mum spits as we drive away, momentarily shockingme."I kinda like her," I retort. "She's nice, she's friendly..." She's a phoney, Kayleigh-Ann," my mum says in a tone that makes it clearthat she doesn't want to be argued with. "I mean just look at her,pretending to be shy and coy..." She only moved to. So, what do you think, Karen dear? Soon, you won't be the only one in the house besides your father and me."Karen was wary, but delighted. She'd always thought highly of Po. She'd been so much fun as an older sister, all those years ago. She remembered the stories Po told her about boys and how she used to kiss and gobble their penises. She said it was called 'sucking', but you didn't do any sucking at all. She remembered those cigarettes Po shared with her. And that time Po let her drink some. We both peeked through the gap in the doorway to see Kate on top of Bill, slowly sliding up and down. Janet’s hand went to her mouth. She made a little hitch noise in her throat but Bill and Kate were totally unaware of their audience. I put my arms around Janet and gently pulled her away toward the back bedroom, which had a fully made up bed. I shut the door silently and turned Janet around to face me. There were unshed tears in her eyes and her face showed how much she had been hurt. I.