”“Do you promise you’ll never tell anybody I asked you this?”“Okay,” I said, rewinding the film.“Are you ... um ... hard right now?”Do...’t ask me how I knew to act outraged. It was just a feeling.“Aunt Christy!” I said, almost a gasp.She flushed bright red, clear down to her nipples. They looked even longer and harder now, than they had when we started. You could hang a necklace off of them, if you wanted to.“I know,” she said miserably. “Never mind.”“Yes, I am,” I said, wondering how she’d. The dress was tight around mywaist and chest but apart from a frill of white latex just below mynipples, it left my breasts completely exposed. The tiny little skirtshivered over my hips, barely reaching the tops of my thigh-boots.Reaching into the wardrobe again, Vanya took a small bundle of whitelatex from one of the shelves. She unfolded it to reveal a tiny apronof frilly rubber then reached around my waist to tie the ribbons into abow. "Now you're starting to look how I want you tonight,. "I need to go see the house."Half an hour later, Melody and I stood inside what had once been her home.The drive had been a silent one. She had sat looking out the window lost in whatever place she made for dealing with everything that had happened to her, and I had let her be. Anne had assured me that she was strong enough to face everything, and I was trying to believe her in order to not become overprotective.I watched as she walked around the living room, taking in the destruction of all. Her name was Missus Dorothy Flynn, and she ran the Orphanage where I grew up in. Later, prior to the close-down she legally adopted me. Dorothy Flynn was a sadistic widow who made the orphanage a living hell for us orphans. She was our matron, our mother, and our goddess. She had a special disliking for me. My face, she said, it pained her to see my face. She said it was too cute. Too sincere and too understanding. "Why'd you come in this world ya cute little pup? Life's too miserable. Too.