But I am convinced that she would have spotted me anyway. Those dark eyes did not miss much – she, too, was a noticer. She drew out the chair next ...o mine and took her place. The usual introductions seemed superfluous. For a few moments, we simply sat in silence. I put my book away and looked at this composed, determined girl, who seemed so fragile and so strong. She looked very different from the picture on Lucy’s desk. The joyous laughter was not there, though I could see that joyfulness. And I am well aware that I’m overcome with pain and grief because we lost our loved Debbie, my partner, her mom. I am weakened by this loss. I can’t think clearly. It feels like I’m driving further and further down the wrong path but I’m too weak to turn around.A few more days have passed and Ava’s mood has deteriorated. She’s been cranky for several days now, complaining about pain in her splinted arms and she seems to be in a general low mood, suffering. It pains me so much to see her like. He bathed her completely, gently rubbing her body all over with the scented shower gel. She was too tired to stand so she then sat on the floor beneath the warm jets while he cleansed himself. “There’s just one more thing, honey. If you really meant what you said …” “My Yes means Yes,” she said, simply. “Then I need to put my mark on you.” From the soap rack he reached for a can of shaving gel and a razor. “I’m going to shave you, baby.” Without waiting for any answer he started. "Can you lick your own nipples?" Essence asked.Sissy didn't seem to hear her, but carried on flicking the thick, rubbery nipples."Sissy?" Essence asked again, "Can you lick them yourself?"The girl's eyes popped open and she shook her head slightly. "No, Elaine does that for me," she said confirming Barely's earlier suspicions."Shit!" Elaine barked out from the corner of the room. "You promised you wouldn't ever say anything to anyone." S... Sorry, honey," Sissy groaned, truly meaning it.Essence.