"Mom, why the weird seat? I know what kids' booster seats look like - theyjust fit the normal seatbelts." Some of them do, and some are like this. Thi... one was on sale. It wasmade to be good for kids with disabilities as well as normal kids. But thelaws have changed, and kids with disabilities now need even more things,so this one is only still good for normal kids. So we got it on sale." Mom, should we put the neck brace up?" Roger asked."No, don't bother," Mom said."What about the wrist. Eventually Sophia abandoned the idea of getting the cabin fully clean and just satisfied herself with vacuuming the foam off the floor and laying out some blankets. The Warlock's own bedding was still locked down in the interior compartments, and she hadn't gotten that far in her work.Had he recognized her? She could have sworn he hadn't.As for her, she'd reacted to the sound of his voice before she even saw him. The passage of years hadn't changed the peculiar sound of his voice, the words. I was enthralled by the sight, and aching just to see more.Throughout the day I imagined the vision. I thought about her. I imagined that I was assigned to measure her. I thought about her thighs and imagined reaching out to touch them. The white of the briefs and the smooth lines of her legs enthralled me.That evening, we sat around a campfire and roasted marshmallows. We talked. They asked me about the boys I was around. My uncle gave me a beer, and we had a conversation that made the whole. She would have liked to just fall on her bed and masturbate the morning away, dreaming of more cocksucking (because to dream of anything more intimate was too scary for her). But she was needed in the kitchen, so she threw on some ordinary clothes. However, she purposely didn't clean off her thighs, nor did she wipe her chest or face.Chapter 3Susan had purposely dressed in a bland manner to see what Alan would do about it. She was angling to get spanked. She came downstairs wearing a loose gray.