“What are you saying, Alley? You’re right about your mother. I loved her more than anything in the world, well anything except you. Your mother...completed me, yes, and made me feel like I could do anything. You were right about the others. Nobody else could make me feel like that. Nobody else could be what I needed them to be,” he said, stroking her hair still, looking into her eyes. “You are so much like your mother, and you’re so much different than she was. What just happened…..I….I. Looking closely as theyapproached the store, the windows were filled with bottles of lotion andmake up displays. Wendy asked his mother, "Can we go in there?"The name on the window said 'Bare Escentuals'. Madge read it three timesthinking that it should read 'Bare Essentials' but what she read firstwas correct.Without deliberation, Madge and Wilma followed Wendy into the store. Theinterior decor was similar to the exterior. There were rich marblecounters atop the same dark wood that the. The only words I could make out were "take his punishment", "sissy" (I had no idea what that meant), and "make it up to both of us". Obviously, my mind was focused on the word "punishment" together with the thought of what my parents would do as soon as they found out. So it was with some trepidation that I awaited my fate.The sound of soft footsteps on the carpet was proceeded by the removal of the panties from my head as I was confronted by Susan and Geoff sat on the couch in front of me."I. ‘You two buckled in?’ * Five miles, two road blocks, about 4 clips, and fifty assault rifle rounds later, Mike’s HUMVEE pulled into my driveway. It was impossible to see out of the bulletproof back window, it was covered by webbed cracks. Unlike Moira, the bozos who had chased us didn’t know enough to shoot for the tires. Stepping out of the car, Mike asked Moira, ‘Where exactly did you learn to shoot?’ ‘My father’s a cop. Where exactly did you get a .45 like that in International Aid?’ ‘It’s a.