. at the end of Sycamore Street, on top of a tiny little hill, sat the perfect little house. It's wooden siding was painted white, a shade that seeme... so brilliant, that you nearly had to squint to gaze directly at it on a bright summer's day. Out along the street, there was a small white picket fence all covered in ivy . . . an occasional red rose adding just the right touch. The grass was always mowed perfectly (crosscut in both directions), the flower beds always bright & plentiful . . .. No creature sunk its worshippers. There had been a contract then, and now too.Bracing himself, the man buried his feet in the sea. He felt it instantly. The Presence, large and thundering. It spoke to him in large, looming words. And he answered in large, looming words. Then he joined his wife in their carriage. It drew them further inland and away.Below deck, Jacob was leading Melissa down a waxed stairwell and through a series of clear cut halls. Regularly spaced doors lined these passages.. "And what will Sarah do forher mistress?," she asked me again. "Would Sarah like to wear somelipstick?" And mistress produced a tube of lipstick. She waved it veryclose to my face and I could not read the shade. But it really didn'tmatter. I nodded my head.Mistress then giggled a cute girlish giggle. The giggle soundedfamiliar-another mistress, in another time and place. It also served toremind me that mistress was enjoying herself. And she removed the cap ofthe lipstick, twirled it to. Not a cold shower, I don’t need that, just something to cool me down a little. As Anne removed her blouse and bra, she caught sight of herself in the bedroom mirror. Her breasts were large and heavy, and inevitably at her age, just a little big saggy. She stood facing the mirror, cupping a breast in each hand, and began to squeeze them. Gently at first, then more roughly, mashing them together, pushing them out of shape. She stopped then and watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened,.