I can’t bear all that schmaltzy Caledonian sentimentality. Scotland’s dead. It’s a backwater. And as long as you lot keep looking over your shou...ders at some hazy romanticised Brigadoon past that was never real anyway, you never will amount to a hill of beans. Independent? This godforsaken place? Don’t make me laugh. Your precious parliament couldn’t manage a piss up in their own bloody building.’ Catriona’s eyes met mine, fierce and angry and hurt. ‘There’s nae gods,’ I said, ‘and there’s. ” to giggles from my step sisters.Miss lifted me upright and I quickly tried to cover my erection, but Miss had other ideas. "Hands by your sides,” she instructed, and my rigid member sprang out for all to see.Mum flicked the strap across the head of my penis, “You were right, Miss Edwards, we need an extra punishment to teach him not to flaunt his erection in front of us. Miss Edwards smiled, “I think you’ve just found just the punishment,” and she whispered to mum.“Perfect,” said mum, “but. .. what's genetic?" Asperger's. There's an hereditary element." And? There's a hereditary element to having ginger hair, too," she shook hers out, gently, "but I'd risk passing that on." It's not the same!" Hey, don't get upset, that was supposed to be a joke..." she reached out, pulling his hand gently until he turned back to face her, his face set in a deep frown. "Look, it's not that bad." You don't know what it's like." You're happy now, aren't you?" I got lucky... very lucky." No, Marcus,. Just to make sure that I was not out of practice my sister gave me one of her incendiary French kisses. Little Greggie poked his head out with a "Me too." Tracy bent down and gave him a nice little lick and kiss just to keep him happy. He was no less than thrilled with the attention.Tracy left the room and I lay back on the bed to wait for the next step of the evening. A light knock on my door was answered by my saying "Come in." Cathy stepped through the door bringing the virgin Chris with her.