Bob had long since been diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia, which was not helped by the mass quantities of pot he smoked as a teenager. He had been...in and out of State-run mental health facilities for years by then and no longer lived with us either.Mom and Dad had gotten divorced just as I started High School. Even Catholics can get divorced you know, though it was a bit of a shock to all of us at the time. All of my younger siblings were still in school in 1986, and as the oldest at home,. My heart pounding. I spent hours preparing myself a hot bubble bath, my nails polished and hair curled. Covering my body with vanilla scented powder allowing my black PVC mini skirt to just slip over my thighs like a second skin. My corset is ruby red with black lace. I love the feel of it against my breasts, the restriction on my breathing is a turn on in itself. I take one deep breath and ring the door bell. The door opens. I am greeted by a very curvaceous women dressed like a secretary,. “shit really”“mmhhmph” she mumbled taking me back deep down her throat.“oh yeah” was the voice I heard from the doorway as I looked over to see Sky standing there leaning against the door frame and licking her lips. “hey Ma this the flavour of the month, you suckin off there?"Sky was about her mothers height with a distinct Goth look to her. She wore a waist length black leather jacket covered with buckles and zippers. Her hair was long and straight with varying colours of purple and blue. She just grinned at him "Now get your ass on yourhands and knees and crawl out of here behind me," she ordered himstaring down at him daring him to refuse. She had no use for theYammani religion it was a vile and filthy one and she'd enjoy breakingand humiliating the former priest to no end.Prelate Yagash could just wheeze and cough this couldn't be happeninginfidels didn't have the strength to harm those of the true faith hetried to straighten himself up to defy her again but one look into.