”She just stared at me.“You are a man, now,” she said.“I try,” I joked.“Are you really still a virgin?”That caught me off guard.“Are y...u really different than ... other men?”“Mom,” I said, reaching across the table for her hand. “You got a raw deal. There’s no doubt about that. And a lot of guys are dickheads. But not all of them. There are plenty of good guys out there. I’m one of them because my mother taught me to be. Lots of other moms taught their sons to be good guys, too.”“You’re sweet,”. She liked Dr Stevens, although some had come back from him crying and telling of terrible devices that had been pushed into them, or attached that had brought aches and cramps. New children often cried when first going there, but like her, they grew used to the attention he always gave to their privates."Over my knee," Greta demanded.Amy was familiar with the position. She had been spanked many times and knowing what was to come, she meekly obeyed, unaware of how exciting she looked, sliding. ’ She said the last bit with a growl in her voice, and batted her eyes flirtatiously. I smiled as I ate my eggs. ‘I hope it’s not too much to ask, but will you have time to do me a last favor?’ she queried in a thin, little girl voice. ‘If I can, Mavis, I will. What is it?’ ‘The twins’ birthday is Thursday. They’ll be eighteen and young women. You helped our Jenny and our Agnes make the transition, and I was hoping you could do the same for my gels.’ ‘It will be tight. Maybe during the day.’. He had been busy networking with the rest of the corporate drones while leaving you alone and feeling isolated. 
A 30-something man was suddenly at your shoulder. He was incredibly handsome and dressed in a designer black suit that probably cost more than your new car. 
“You look like you could use a fresh drink, come with me...” 
You followed behind him obediently into the large beautiful mansion. He led you into the kitchen, and produced a bottle of your favorite white wine. 
“I like to know.