Girls, please put your packed bags in the foyer, and do a double-check to make sure that nothing’s getting left behind, you know, like phone charger..., iPods, panties, or whatever. I’ll grab the money bags,” I instructed.“Or sex toys!” Abby piped in.“Especially the sex toys! Can NEVER forget those,” Maria added with a titter.I smiled warmly at her as she caught my eye; her answering smile and slight blush, was sweet and a bit shy. I guess that feeling a new depth of emotions had her traveling. She is crying that it hurts.i ignore her protests and shove her towards the ground.i look at the scattered paperwork on the ground.i bark at her 'pick that shit up'. she reaches for the papers with her hands.oh no,i pull her back,i said pick that shit up,and with this command i push her face towrds the ground.she whimpers a little as i push and drag her face against the hard ground in an effort to retrieve the lost items.i rip the items from her mouth and push them into my utility belt.i pull. " Who said I was napping?" Well unless you were masturbating, what else is there to do by yourself? Unless Diana is awake of course." No," Maria said as she wandered to Diana's room. "I'm watching her sleep like the gorgeous little angel that she is." Well," Sally said. "I'll let you get back to your masturbating." Sally. I wasn't masturbating." Yeah. Sure. Adios, mi hermana." Si. Adios."Masturbating indeed, Maria thought as she clicked the phone's off button. Of course that's not really a bad. Anya's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in fear of the horrible spectacle.The old woman read Anya's reaction. Her own eyes widened, then they closed. "No! Not again," she whispered to herself insistently. "Go away! Leave me! I will _not_ be ruled by you!"Anya listened to the whispered words in awe and fear, wondering _what_ had her Grandmother so worked up. She had the strange sense that the old woman was fighting some kind of internal battle against some unspoken demons. After a brief.