..and then...get ..ahem..down and dirty? Like you like?" She made a very delicate, feminine gesture of a woman squatting to pee."For your birthday, we...want to be kinky with you, in the bed of one the queens of it....would you like that?"If you can imagine me without words."But you have to sing a song for us in that dress, Sylvia, do you understand?"Did I understand? I had the song in my head before she posed the question.So there I was, a snotty, bratty little girl, not at all pretty, sixteen,. "It's an annual event where a field of women get together and bid on a selection of men. The women get a date, and the proceeds go to charity." You're going to fight over a man with other women?" I asked, my voice cracking again.She laughed. "It's not mud wrestling, Bob. We just make bids, and whoever wins gets the option of going on a date. There are even some married women who participate. It's all very chaste, Bob." I'll just bet it is," I groaned. I knew how I'd act if two women bid each. “See Jerrel, it does fit and your momma never even cried in pain.”“I see that but how come it hurt like that with me?”“Because I have had sex before, the piece of skin you touched on yourself is gone, has been for a long time. Once you have sex, yours will be gone too and then the pleasure can begin. Do you understand now honey?”“Yes Momma, can Bob have sex with me now and make my skin go away?”“No sweetheart, Bob is much too large for you right now. In a few years when you become a woman,. They waved away my leaflet. They surrounded and hugged me. ‘That’s for trying,’ one said as they went. 03. Carolling Christmas Eve I watched my daughter hide her disappointment. She had missed her school’s carol concert for another operation on her legs. The doorbell rang. ‘Can Joy come carolling?’ Our neighbour’s son wheeled her chair out into the frosty street. As her voice lifted in rousing chorus, Joy was unconfined. 04. No pets for Christmas. My daughter Nadia helped every day at an.