“They were happier when the world was simple.” I tried to explain to her. “Monkeys are happy to shit in their hands.” Joy scoffed. “If it is...their nature.” I retorted, incensed by her insolence. “Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice. “What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.” “As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. I think it. After all, I assume that you’ll be an engineer or scientist when you grow up.Lisa: Yes, I’m leaning towards a double major in college -- electrical engineering and physics. But I can learn “hands on” aspects of Willie’s jobs and tools. And quite a bit of what he does has direct links to science. For instance, how he plows a field so water drains properly -- that’s hydrology. (She knew that using words like this would impress Mr. Skinner.) And when we take scrap out to the county dump I can see. "Thanks for coming, Vicki, It is a bit of a surprise I have to admit, but we'll find room for you nonetheless. You adore me and will do anything for me. Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes, sir." "Yes, master." Jo and Billi corrected in stereo. "Yes, master." Both Vicki and Natalie replied in unison. "Okay, Vicki, close the door and lock it behind you, then all of you join me in the living room."He watched as Vicki turned and shut the door, knowing that bikini was seconds away. And she was right about me but I didn't think it would be that bad for her either, because it was never really about him for her, it was all about his cock and she had been practically obsessed with it since she had first seen it and when she talked about it I knew it would be almost like a religious experience for her to actually touch it.But she would never do that, of course.And the two os us, we would never actually do anything.Then one Friday evening we were there in the cafeteria,.