.." Let me go you fucking psycho," I yelled at her, struggling to get loose.Caitlyn slapped me across the face again, then held up a large dildo which...ade me gulp in terror. She obviously enjoyed my fear because she smiledcruelly. This was definitely one sadistic bitch.Caitlyn didn't do anything more immediately but instead left me stuck inthat position, marinating in my own fear of what she was going to do next. She lit a cigarette and took several deep drags before she abruptly put itout on. Even his own father feared betrayal by his own son.In 1939 the war started, and shortly after the fall of France, Anne-Marie was informed that her husband had been killed by the resistance, in a partisan ambush. She was shocked, and saddened in one respect, but deep down she also felt a sense of relief. After a short period of mourning she was considering returning to her home in Belgium. However, the Nazi's firmly believing that she must be seeking revenge for the death of her newly wed. After eating and picking up we poured the rest of the first bottle of wine in our glasses and headed to the living room. I, by habit, headed to "my" chair, but she pulled me to the sofa and she pushed me to plop down and, after setting the wine glasses on the coffee table, slid comfortably next to me."Ohhh, we shouldn't open that second bottle of wine. This one put the perfect edge on the evening, the second one would put me to sleep." She said as she passed my glass to me and held hers to. With my hair still in rollers, I could see for myself that Ilooked like a normal teenage girl! Mom took me back to her bedroom, satme at the vanity to take all of the hardware out of my hair, then, as shebrushed it out, I began to look...wonderful! When she was done, shetrimmed my bangs a little, and for the first time, I was a girl with hairthat wasn't done in a ponytail or falling straight down. Waves and curls,with bangs that almost touched my eyes gave my face a softer morefeminine look,.