It was comical. “Oh dear,” I said, “Are you OK?” “Yes, Mrs. I am fine. Sorry.” “What’s the matter?” “I… I have never.” It was ...lear what he’d never. I looked down at myself. “What? You’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before?” He shook his head. “What? An attractive young man like you?” He shook his head again, more emphatically. “Would you be more comfortable if I covered up?” “No Mrs. No please.” I smiled again. “Then let us introduce ourselves.” I held out my hand, “I am Irene. And you are?”. “Yes?” I asked.“I’m ... sorry for making fun of you?”“And?”“And for making fun of Amanda, too.”“And?”“And I won’t do it again. Please, Fiona. I’m really sorry.”“Good girl”, I said. I hugged Megan and held her tight. “Was that so hard?”She blushed, but she didn’t object to my words or my gesture. It was important to make people feel forgiven and accepted after a punishment. Otherwise they just got resentful about it, and much of the effect was lost.“So, am I the boss of you?” I taunted her,. I was lying, but I didn't know what else to tell her. I would try and make sure nothing happened to her, but of course I was powerless against the Immigration Service.That night I was watching the news and getting ready for bed. Close to the end of the broadcast they presented a piece about "Anchor Babies." Pregnant women who came to the US to have babies. the babies were immediately US citizens because they were being birthed on US soil. Furthermore, when these babies became 21, they. Doing as she said, I rolled up the stocking, put my tiny foot into it androlled it up my leg. God, it actually felt pretty good against byhairless leg. I felt a strange guilty feeling for enjoying the sensationbut it wasn't like anything I'd experienced before. It felt kind of cold,but comfortable. It had a weird rubbery material around the inside of thelacy top which I guessed was to keep it in place. I ran my fingers up myleg and felt a shiver. I picked up the other stocking and put it on.