“Y-yeah, they do honey bunny.” He managed to reply. I was starting to like this game; and my poor fat uncle had no idea what was going on. Every f...w seconds I’d move up and down on his lap as I spoke. “So they get all hot and bothered…going out of their way to find food for their king…while he gets to sit…and watch his girl squirm…Hoping she could please him?” I asked suggestively as I continued to rock in his lap. “Yeah, I g-guess that h-happens, honey bunny…” uncle Ron stammered as I started. She said, “You will be in front of the queen. So you should look good. Everyone in the C building has been given the same. C building slot is the last one and from 2-6.”Me: What about other buildings?Mistress: A building is 11-12. B building is 1-2, and there is lunch from 12-1.Me: Why they have only a one-hour slot while the C building has a 4-hour slot?Mistress: All the ladies and queens want to watch C building activities. They are least interested in other buildings.Me: But why?Mistress:. They all became his conquests. He was her crush. She wanted him and no other. But she knew, he was way out of her league. He never gave her the time of day.I liked tomboys. I liked her. Her long legs, her flat chest, her jet black hair, her milk white skin. And what did I like the most about her? She didn't have other boys' handprints all over her breasts. She would be mine and only mine. I persuaded her. Watched her games. Cheered her on. Talked to her. Walked her to class. . . take an interest in... you know... heading south." No, I don't know," I said, playing dumb. "You want him to take you on vacation?" Jeffrey! You know damn well what I mean." No, I don't. Explain it to me." Jeffrey! Why are you doing this to me?" I want to you to tell me exactly what you want him to do. If you can't vocalize it, how is he supposed to know? Now, tell me what you want him to do?" Oh Jeffrey, you always make it hard for me." No nurse Crandall, you make it hard for me, but that is.