“My own dreams are different. I just want, and I know that this is very old-school, which is funny because I’m not really that old-fashioned ... I...want to be a housewife. There, I said it. That’s what I want, my ambition in life. Don’t tell my friends, some of them very hard-core feminists who might want to drop me if they knew the truth about me. Definitely don’t tell my mother. It would destroy what’s left out of our relationship if she found that out,” Sasha confessed now.“So, you’re. They should be sleeping and instead their muffled, panting breathing could be heard by the other girls, keeping us awake. Keeping me awake. I would have been such a hypocrite if I had told the girls off for it, seeing as I would always lie listening to their movements while frantically rubbing my own swollen clitoris. I would find myself even closer to orgasm with each noise I heard from the other girls. I wonder if they ever heard my low moans into my pillow as I came thinking of them. I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. I then walked into the establishment. The woman at the desk was absolutely beautiful. She was middle-aged and had some kind of an accent. I gave her my name, and then sat down and read a magazine until she called my name. “You can come with me. I’ll take you to the changing room. You can change into the fluffy robe and put on the terry cloth slippers.” We walked down a long corridor and we entered a small changing room area. There were lockers. It didn’t matter which one Molly chose. April made some nasty comments.To solve part of the problem, I packed April in the car. We went to the preschool to meet the people there. It was the same place Paula had gone years ago, and the woman recognized me.“It figures. Of all the places you could put Paula’s daughter, you pick here. I don’t care if this should be impossible. I know that is her daughter. At least I learned with Paula. We wrote volumes about the things we had to do to keep Paula.
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