Mrs. Wilson was sitting at the table with her legs apart and when I got close to the porch I could see halfway up her thigh. I felt guilty about my vo...euristic impulses but I couldn't keep from stealing a peek every time I was in a position to take a look. Round and round the yard I went pushing the mower and stealing looks up her dress. When I was moving away from the porch I would replay the last view in my head. About the third pass by the porch she shifted her position and I could see all. ’ ‘Yes.’ Morgan stood before her. ‘Good. Now, I want you to unbutton your blouse and expose your breasts.’ ‘Are you crazy?’ ‘Show me your tits, Carla.’ ‘I can’t … I can’t. Please don’t make me.’ ‘I would never make you do anything you didn’t really want to do,’ Morgan told her in his smooth, hypnotic voice And with that assurance, Morgan took one step closer, said the words ‘shoe-book-elephant,’ and taped the pretty blonde on the right shoulder. Carla slumped forward in her chair. She was in a. "No!" No?" Hey remember who is helping who here?" I said no because who is paying who here? But what I meant was, we'll discuss it and then I'll probably do everything you tell me to do." I felt that we were going to get along just fine. There were three bedrooms on the second floor and two baths. I put Cindy in the back and nicest one and told her to use the bath that went with it. She acted now as if it were her due. Being employed by her--would that give her the right to feel this way?. "Jim did as instructed, best to just put himself on autopilot, do as hewas told and try not to think about what was happening to him. Jim kepthis head down looking at the floor waiting for the inevitable now butWayne grabbed him by the chin and lifted his head till they were lookingeach other in the face. "Mmm, you certainly do make a luscious littlewhore, but this isn't Jim. I'm going to give you a female persona, she'sthe one who is going to make me happy, she is the one who is going.