He hadon a dark suit and tie. I had on Hannah Montana nightie that barelycame down to my butt and a pair of baby blue nylon panties.He looked down at...me and said, "Good morning princess! Is my littlegirl ready for her first day of school? I bet you are so excitedaren't you sissy? You don't have to make breakfast for me this morningangel. Just brush your teeth and brush your hair and come downstairs.Daddy has a surprise for you like he promised."I followed Daddy's orders. I never really. " Cathy said to Candy at breakfast."Odd how?" She wanted to talk about voluntary termination. But was worried we would not find her acceptable. Cancer." Cathy said in reply."Well, what do you think?" Candy said in response. "You have more knowledge then any of the rest of us in that arena." I don't know what the policy is." Cathy replied. "After all, she isn't asking for exception. She already is." Well, talk with Carol about the legal angles, and we will fly it by David at dinner." Candy. American mothers don’t care about their husbands or their sons. Why? Simply because they are male! Yet American fathers and husbands care about their offspring and spouses. American daughters don’t care about their fathers. American sisters don’t care about their brothers. All women living in America regardless of race, sexual orientation, immigrant status, occupation or religious preference are taught one universal law. To function in North America, a woman must join the Church of Man-Haters.. I admit to being a pervert who likes to pee all over himself when I am in the company of a young lady. This is the way I get my rocks off. I am making this statement of my own free volition.” The professor hung his head again. Barb and Jackie grinned from ear to ear. Now they had him for sure. “Very good professor, hell you should have been an actor,” said Barb as the two girls giggled with glee. Jackie spoke next. “Now professor, you have just sold yourself into bondage. You are now our slave.