She pictured him, glancing at her panties throughout the day where they lay nestled in his cash register drawer; she pictured him thinking of her. He ...xpected her. She imagined his disappointment and anger if she didn't show up. No, she wouldn't disappoint him like that.But Marie also decided she had to talk to him. He had seemed so wise, and he had seemed, somehow, to know the very core of her. Maybe if she told him about her conflicting feelings, her confusion over her own behavior, he'd be. His had a little bag, yours has a large bag. The marbles inside are much bigger too. His had a little hair surrounding it but yours has none.Dad: I shave my Dolly.Sammy: One other thing Daddy. Your Dolly is prettier. It’s BEAUTIFUL. I love your Dolly, just like I love YOU, Daddy.Dad: I love you too, Little One.Sammy: Will it do tricks, now?Dad: Take your little hands and make it grow. Sammy: Like this Daddy? (He began to caress it.)Dad: Let me show you how to make the Dolly’s head appear.. "You are my sister. I love you. I will always love you."Any reply Cindi might have had was interrupted by the phone ringing.Betty was on her feet in an instant, grabbing the handset."Hello!"The three watched her face, waiting for the look of horror that would tell them the bad news. Instead, she held the phone out towards Bill."She wants to talk to you."That could be good or bad."Hi Mom." Bill." He could hear the stress in her voice. "Sorry I didn't call sooner. It's horrible out there...". I packed a pair of scissors and a camera into my pockets and as quietly as I could, I sneaked over to her room and shimmied her door open. The nice thing about doing this at Seven was that I could just use natural sunlight to see. Carrie was sleeping on her stomach with the blankets off of her. Too hot to bother with fucking blankets. She was wearing a white teeshirt and bright blue nylon shorts. To test if she was awake, I hissed her name. Then I crept closer to her and poked her shoulder, and.