May I offer you one of those?" If you insist," one of the ladies said."How thoughtful! Thank you, Kim," said Samantha.As I left, I heard someone say,..."Samantha, your maid is so good!" andeveryone laughed. For what I was getting paid, I couldn't care less.These women were sweet and fun, and I could take the passive role andserve them feeling no real shame or criticism. Actually, this was morelike sharing my gifts than playing the role of servant. And I ratherliked the way my lips felt, . My sister had made unsuccessful attempts to restore their good behavior in a variety of ways including cajoling, withdrawal of allowance or computer access but, as she put it, she was at her ‘wit’s end’. No measure she took convinced either of the girls to revert to the polite children they had been a short time before. She asked if I would come over and talk with them. Her thinking was that perhaps they would see my disappointment in them and want to revert immediately. Na?, perhaps, but. Then, I wrote, "Free pass, specials all-around, all-day, family of six," signed it, and dated it. The dad didn't seem convinced, though."There's gonna be some other things going on, too," I encouraged him. "Bands, outdoor food vendors, some pompom girls..." Of course, when I got to the pompom girls, that's all he needed to know. He took the pass.After that, Nate called me over to the counter. "Do you want a box for those leftovers?" he asked jokingly. Of course, we'd hardly made a dent in all. Ive watched you boys for years stealing my apples and plums and i am fed up with it.i am sorry i said in a quiet voice.do you think thats enough thogh he snapped back....er no i suppose not.With this his tone changed,do you have a girlfriend? i ask because ive never seen you with a girl.No i dont ,i have no interest in girls at the moment.do you masterbate?i was taken aback by the question and didnt answer.well if you dont want to chat lets call your parents he smiled.YES I DO MASTERBATE.What.