I'd also managed to collect an impressive array of new scars. My left thigh looked exactly like a chunk of something had been stuck in it: a pink, ten...er scar about the size of my closed fist with jagged edges. The pain I'd felt on my back when I'd been brought to the Witch had apparently been a bullet; I had a dime-sized pucker between my right shoulder blade and my spine. Three narrow pink lines ran from my thigh to my waist from the Vampire girl's attack, though they looked to be months old. My full “C” cup mounds were pretty much out there for display. I wondered for a second if the small strings had enough tensile strength to hold them up.Scanning down and making a slight twist…the string running between my legs and up my ass crack was nowhere in sight. Fortunately, for my age, my exposed ass cheeks still had enough firmness, so as not to look as though I had saddlebags dragging behind me.As I turned back… even though I had thought I had trimmed and shaved my lower part back. I hope the pink sundress Mom bought me last year will be enough of a nostalgia-boost to get me in her good graces, but I doubt it. I sigh, and nod to Tom. We stand up, link our fingers together, and walk hand-in-hand down the hallway. I open Mom’s bedroom door, and gasp. I’ve never seen my mother naked before. I’ve never so much as seen her upper thigh. Right now, my mother isn’t completely naked, but it would have been better if she was. She’s wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, black. He finally moves. I am instructed to shower and cleanse my indiscretion away. I do as I am told quickly, and walk out of the bathroom with my wet hair hanging down upon my shoulders and the blue towel wrapped tightly around my still dripping body. He calls me into the bedroom where I again find a look of displeasure upon his face. Puzzled, I wonder what I have done now, but quickly understand as He tells me to drop the towel. I have covered myself in His presence, which is not allowed without.