But there was Andrew. Susan and I would be on the porch swing, her grinning at my joke about Hans the Hun, when he’d get home from baseball, and zap... she’d forget I was even there, asking him things like how many stripes he’d get when he enlisted.The rally squad said it helped school spirit if they hugged the team after a victory. Susan had her steady to special hug, of course, but also Andrew because he was her cousin. Plus, to make her steady jealous, the twins figured.Once when I’d come. Her threat to place Janet in the Dungeon was not an idle one. Janet shed tears in her car, worrying about the future and what it might bring. "Lunch, Mistress?" asked Tina when she returned home. "Something light, Tina. I really don't feel like eating." "Yes, Mistress Janet." "Is Tiffany home, has she eaten?" asked Janet. "Yes, Mistress, to both questions," answered Tina. "Thank you, Tina." Tina set a tray before her containing a salad, a cold soda, and a piece of cake. Janet. I love cooking for all of them and it is not at all unpleasant to have several good-looking, fit young guys walking around here in just their shorts or swim trunks. Even though, I am in my early 50’s I am in pretty good shape and workout 3 times a week. A few of the young guys who visit here frequently do a little mild flirting with me from time to time which makes an old gal feel good. One of the guys, Sean, is particularly bold and chats a lot with me while he is here. He is a very. Dumb fucks. The only ones dumber are guys who can't learn and keep poking those cops to see what happens. They're usually sorry the next morning.Crap, how did it come to this, anyway? Last year everything was Jake, or Ralph, or something like that. Queen of May or some such shit. School a boring load of crap, OK, no surprise there, but the rest of it, well, Jim, and Sam, and Bert and I, well, we made a team.The screwing wasn't too bad, either. Bert, well, he kind of liked boys and girls, but.