Hawthorne anywhere nearby? I’d like to talk to her.”“Sure, Mom, she’s sitting right here next to me. We’re watching Tara slaughter her Dad...at a game of pool.”“She’s not slaughtering me, she’s just lucky!” Joshua said, loud enough for my Mom to hear.Amanda took the phone from me. “Don’t mind my husband. His fragile ego is getting bruised by having his little girl beat him at his favorite game.”“Dr. Hawthorne,” my Mom said. “Do you have a minute?”Amanda answered, “Of course. But please,. Does that mean David doesn't get to burn your sister shit? I don't care what he does to her, I said. What is your sister's name? my dad said to David. Bliss, David said. Her name is Bliss. Bliss, my dad said. Rhymes with piss. And kiss, I said. Wait a minute, my dad said. What happened to Sally? Who is Sally? David said. Sally Sundston, I told him. Sally Sundston? David said. Yeah, I said. You want to fuck her? Are you kidding? David said. Who doesn't want to fuck Sally Sundston? Okay, I said,. He waspuzzled for a moment until he realised that she wanted him to fluff outthe flared skirt and arrange the lace ruffles on the sleeves and thebodice of the dress. After arranging the dress properly he walkeddownstairs, feeling the pull of the suspenders straps on his stockings.He was also surprised by the sensation of bare skin between the top ofhis stockings and the edge of his frilly panties.In the kitchen he took the apron hanging on the back of the door andslipped it on over his dress.. I swim every day to help me stay in shape so I’ve seen him many times both at the pool and in the changing rooms. He’s probably about nine or ten years old, a little over four feet tall with sandy, reddish blonde, sun bleached hair. Before that Sunday afternoon I had never spoken a word to him but I had noticed him since he liked to strut around the changing area in the nude and when he did so, he invariably had a full erection. It was actually kind of comical to see his little hard penis.