“Well, if that ain’t horrible news, I don’t know what would be. How many of these Nazi pricks are there around, anyway? There must be half a mil...ion by now or something!” I groaned as I glumly thought of the growing Nazi threat, including the size of their forces.Sure, I knew on one level that they were all walking into a trap, but I was still nervous about the prospect of a large Nazi army in the same neck of the woods as my family and me. Add to that the Klan and well, you get the idea. It. “You don’t need to squirt that stuff inside me, I don’t get burned there.”I looked a little relieved, did she really believe that that was what I did.“That stuff must get extremely hot sitting in the sun; it’s so warm inside me. You put a lot in there. Strangely though, your jokes always do seem to make me happier than I would’ve thought. Your fingers holding me there when you did that seemed so soft, I never noticed that before.”She smiled at me and pulled herself forward to lay down flat. I. "As I said, darling, you misunderstood what I said. Or perhaps youinterpreted what I said in the way you wanted to? You heard what youwanted to hear." What the hell am I going to do now, you f*****g bitch? You've put all mystuff in the skip." The skip isn't being taken away until Monday, darling." Stop calling me 'darling', you devious cow!" Sorry, I thought you liked it when I called you darling. You should havesaid before. Anyway, you have all weekend to remove your stuff from theskip before. "I'd like that very, very much. But what about Mommy Micky?"I could play that game. Of course I had no idea what the rules were, but I was willing to play."Two kisses are much better than one," said Susan, looking at Micky.Micky folded her arms under her breasts. I realized that those nipples were much more visible right now than they had been earlier."You dressed like that for me?" I asked.She nodded, looking uncertain."I'm honored," I said. I meant it more than words could communicate..