In her bottom.She shook her head and then said, “When I am little, rubber bottle of water and a hose. Like that?”“That will come, baby doll, tha... will come later. Anything like a stick or a hairbrush handle or your fingers?” She shook her head again. “You are going to have so much fun. You have something very similar inside your bottom, and I’m going to show you someday soon. Is your uncle going to fight with me to keep you?”“No. He knows I am thinking I might really, really be in love you and. " He said looking at his sister's strange expression. Something was amiss he could tell. "What's all this then?" pointing to the jumble in her hands.Betty knew that she could never hide anything from her twin. They were much too close. They had grown up being each other's best friend and companion. Father had moved them many times, always seeming to look for some better place. Searching for something or someplace. As a result the twins had made few friends and relied on one another. She again. I wash away the dirt of the outsideAnd shave my legs till they are silky smooth.I paint my toes a bright and sexy red,Put on my bra and slip my boobies in.Gold necklace and earrings are got on.Are my nails dry? Yes. I slip into my pumpsAnd pull the straps up around my heels.I put my coat and skirt on. I admireMyself in the big mirror. This is me.I walk out to the kitchen, savoringHow high my lovely heels are. I can hearThem clicking on the kitchen floor. I startTo make my dinner. In my world, I. Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:“Why you damned nigger! I’ll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!”But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.“I wouldn’t try that again, boy. Unless you’re prepared to take the beatin’ of your life in front of your wife,” Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.Slowly, with his wife’s help, the Captain.