"Jen?"She just grinned and pressed herself against me, and it was all over.I'm ashamed to admit that I actually don't remember a lot of that. I just r...member it being a lot of fun. It's all this big haze of steam, slippery skin, roaming hands, and heavy breathing. At one point, I had her pressed against one wall (where the towel was hanging - even through all that I knew that pushing her against the tile would have been incredibly cold and probably put a halt to everything pronto). Her left leg. That meant it was one of the others who turned me in as a foreign bitch that needed a lot of anal training to get me in line.The headman chastised me verbally and kicked me in my ass a few times. Since he was old enough to be my grandfather, I was not overly upset over it because I think he did more damage to his old bones than he could ever possibly do to me. His little harem of wives all giggled at the sight of me getting it and I didn’t even blame them because they were all doing some of the. He waited a while keeping an eye toward the door until he seemed satisfied I had gone and then he got up. I quickly followed, staying far enough back so he wouldn't see me. Rita was still in our room, standing over the crib, staring at the baby. Dad walked in, eyeing Rita up and down.She looked at him and then quickly turned and walked over to the bed. She stood there, her back to him for a moment and then turned around to face him. Never taking her eyes off him she reached up to the tie on her. I wanted so badly to believe it could be forever, butI was deathly afraid it might be a mistake I would regret.Mother treated me like I was an 8 year old...showing me the proper way touse the bath brush to remove old skin and stimulate new growth. She paidparticular attention to my hands and my nails. Using the brush and a mildfloral smelling soap, she gently, but firmly brushed until both my smallhands and fingernails were a glowing pink. They felt invigorated andlooked like a Nail Polish.