She remembered tagging along and idolizing her big sister. Sheremembered the first kiss, the first date, and the first heartbreak. Sheremembered being...captain of the girl's basketball team, an honor studentand class valedictorian. She remembered the pride and the tears in herparent's eyes when she walked down the stairs in her prom dress, anddown the aisle in her wedding dress. Her big sister had been her maid ofhonor just as she had been hers several years earlier.She was a genetic girl! Yes,. They asked about a few of the cases you helped us with. They wanted to know if we thought you were for real." He said, glancing at me."What did you tell him?" I asked curiously."I told em that you were legit as far as we could tell, and that you always delivered. They wanted to know if we suspected you of collusion in the crimes. I admitted we investigated you at first, but you had the perfect alibis. I have to admit though, if I hadn't seen for myself some of the stuff you can do, I would be. I was stroking, weighing and generally caressing those fine breasts, while she fondled, stroked and played with my balls, trying to coax more sperm to generate within them. I must, in all truth confess, that I hadn’t once given any thought to Ann in that past hour. With the session ended, Debbie took my hand as we left the classroom, and I was somewhat gratified to see that Ann, who was ahead of us, rebuff David’s hand as they left the room. It was in the showers and under the spray that I was. Your job is to be sweet, slutty, and compliant, not to be contradicting me or taking a tone. Because if you do, I will beat you till you scream. Is that not right???Yes, ma’am, that’s right.??What’s right?? she asked – ?Tell me what I said that’s correct???I was stupid to take atone with you,? I said, careful to speak clearly. ?My job is to be a good boy and an obedient slut. If I'm good you'll use me the way I love to be used and hurt the way I love to be hurt??Halfway through my repeating.