God, there’s a puddle of piss in my bedroom.”“Such a filthy bitch,” Janet hissed. “Isn’t she, Mom?”“Your disgusting, Mom,” Lily gasp...d. “I can’t believe you would ruin Mistress’s carpet.”Bianca trembled, more tears falling down her face as she walked back down the hallway and then headed into the bathroom. The door closed. Her sobs were drowned out when the shower hissed on. I shivered, staring at the wet spots, the large one in my bedroom spreading.“I can’t believe I ever liked that bitch,” I. Now that the defense force had a speaking acquaintance with combat techniques, the time had come to show them what to do with the knowledge they had.All of the men were familiar enough with hunting that they had an easy time with the basics, though the women didn't get off so easy. We started them off with the techniques for sneaking through the woods without being noticed. After a week of solo practice, I had them try to sneak up on each other. This was where the tables turned—the women were. I spread her legs gently to get closer to her wonderful pussy whenI SCREAMED! Mary woke immediately. "What is it?" she asked? "Look!" I saidpointing to her pussy. There was an unusual but unmistakable bulge. Shekicked off here underwear and there was a penis. After a few seconds itdawned on me, it was just any penis, it was MY penis, right down to the tinybirthmark on the shaft. At about this time Mary said "Uh Fred maybe youshould look at yourself". I looked down to see nothing, nothing but a. She sailed through middle school on the Dean’s List and found her solace in writing, creating characters that could express themselves as she could not. David Turner had taken an interest in her, though she could never figure out why. The cartoonist with green eyes and dimples started spending time with her at lunch, reading her stories and offering sincere constructive criticism. He never asked her to speak and never treated her like she was a retard. He recognized the brilliance that lay.