She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She coul... not quite put her finger on the problem.Perhaps, they were bored with each other.Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together-waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Alan going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it. She's three and my little angel and she just needs some hand holding going down the stairs.Jack's got the wrong tie and I give it a tug and shake my head as we pass. He's running late, as always, and so am I. So are the kids. I'm yelling, begging, threatening, getting everyone dressed and into the kitchen. Amy doesn't want to eat. She's getting fat. The boys won't like her if she has a little toast. JJ wants the chocolate cereal, not the one with the Tiger on it. Jilly is making a snowman out. The only sound was silence.With only my memories for company, I began to reconstruct my life – both lives.As Carl, my earliest memories surrounded me as little more than impressions, so I embraced the impressions and concentrated on them, seeking truth. There were flashes of still pictures that slipped away almost instantly.My mother.Leaning over to lift me up, so she could tend to a skinned knee. Her face a study in concentration, as she wiped away the blood and my tears.My mother ... again.I. " She enjoys it, don't you Amanda?"The girl nodded vigorously. "What if I was to get Hans in here to fuck you, Fraulein? Would that please you?"Amanda closed her eyes and nodded, pure rapture written across her face.The Baron reached under the bench and produced a slender cane. "What if I was to whip you?" he demanded of her.The girl thought for a moment but her expression conveyed no hint of fear. She nodded acceptingly."You're not going to?" Penrose asked nervously.The man ran the cane over.