"I've goteverything packed and in the hallway. The girls won't be here for anotherforty-five minutes or so. There's plenty of time."It didn't matter. ...heir mom was way too emotional to think clearly today."Well, where is he? What is he doing?" She, mom. You have to remember that you don't have a son. You have twodaughters. Where is SHE? What is SHE doing?" Alright! Where is SHE and what is SHE doing!?" Ironing." WHAT!?" She's ironing. After she packed up all of her clothes for Nashville,. You're not going to fuck her, are you?"I paused. This was getting too complicated."You are. You're really going to fuck her?" No. I'm not," I protested. "I just," my mind flailed about. I just what? What could I say? "I just... wondered, why she got off so quickly on my arm," I finished lamely."Hmmm," Lisa mused, engaging that dangerous mind of hers. "I wonder," she said, nibbling on the tip of her finger. "Maybe she likes the feel of something big there. You have strong arms." You think she. I think it's going to take a while to sort it all out. I believe that its roots were in childhood sexual abuse. Lynda was an only child and she grew up in an abusive household. Extensive physical and sexual abuse from both parents. At age fourteen she ran away from home. She created a new persona for herself with a completely different background and even managed to get ID in her new name. She created a male persona named Larry." "Why male?" "A couple of reasons, from what I can gather. She. ? Except? I was interrupted by the doorbell.? It was her.? ?I want you to leave,? I growled through the door.? ?No, Barbie wants to let me in.?? I looked through the peephole again.? God, she looks so hot.? ?Barbie, you know you can’t resist me.?? I sighed, knowing how bad I wanted her, and opened the door.? ?Good Barbie.? You’re learning fast.? It’s time for the second experiment.?? I sat down on the couch, frustrated.? ?What’s with this experiment bullshit??? She didn’t answer, only glared.?.