My sister suggested that Vicky use her room, which is adjoining to mine and accessible through a French door. In fact, that door was the primary acces... door to my sister’s room. So when we retired that evening, Vicky passed through my room into my sister’s room, and started to unpack her overnight bag. While she was doing that, we chitchatted about schools, music, the usual topics teenagers talk about. As I usually do, I dimmed all the lights except for the reading light next to my bed. We. Veronica repeated, as she quickly unclasped the bra, "Now shut up and let me make sure you're not lying to me."Becky went to cover her breasts as the bra was tossed aside and Veronica ordered, "Arms above your head." Please, ma'am," Becky pleaded, tears beginning to stream again. "This is very inappropriate." Stealing from me is criminal," Veronica responded. "Do you want me to call the cops right now?" N-n-no," Becky stammered, tears now streaming down her face again."Then stand still and let. Some go out of their way to abuse and humiliate me, some just regard me with surprise and revulsion, others ignore me. I follow their lead, trying to make them feel welcome and comfortable with my presence, because if I want to be able to watch their love making, if they will allow me to. Some of Mommys boyfriends are particularly mean to me. I dont understand why they treat me badly because I do everything I can to be nice to them and make them feel welcome, even to the point of making myself. "I sincerely hope so" I replied. We grinned at each other, enjoying the flirting.I asked how her Christmas had gone at the homeless shelter; she said it had been hard work but she had enjoyed it. Well over a 100 homeless men had been accommodated in the church hall that had been used as the shelter, and she had been exhausted yesterday evening when getting home after the clearing up. She had slept so soundly that she hadn't heard her alarm this morning, which was why she was running a bit late..