Her world unraveling, she began to cry.Alexis managed another three, counting with each as the strikes were delivered with increasing intensity, then ...lurted out “PLEASE stop John…P-P-PLEASE it REALLY-REALLY hurts!!!”“You only refer to me as SIR, you got that?” John replied, and to seal it he struck her yet again.From somewhere in her, she knew not where, Alexis instantly answered, “SIX!!! - Y-Yes S-Sir….” And in a tiny, crying voice, “please stop….” Alexis breathed a sigh of relief as John sat. With my hair curls, no makeup, and a pair of flip flops, I was a cute,yet naive, tween tart.Sara rang our doorbell.Bree had me retrieve both Sara and her big, makeup kit.Up in Bree's bedroom, the girls decided to do full makeovers on eachother.I was directed to sit still and just watch.Sara made Bree look like she was 16, with long, fake eyelashes, multiplefoundation layers, blush applications, and different color shades.Wow. Bree looked stunning. Maybe better than Sara!Sara had worn a very. “Don’t be too hard on her, Marjorie, you’ve raised a fine daughter. Jennie is very lucky to have Caroline for a friend.”In the bathroom I pulled down my shorts, wet a wash cloth and wiped away the incriminating evidence. But not before scooping some of it into my finger and tasting it. I could taste some of my own juices but the rest was Mr. White. I liked the taste. When I was pretty sure that whatever was going to ooze out of me had already done so and been wiped away I flushed the toilet,. ." Michael Teague began to say."We hardly look like guys now, or feel like one," one woman said. Most of those in the hallway concurred with their fellow airman."I've got an idea," Mike said, speaking up to continue. "Barracks D, our Danny. How about the Dannys?" Dannys sounds good to me," Ed Sharp said. The nodding of heads in the hall made it look unanimous. The Dannys it was. "While we're at it, I think we should call Mark and the others like them the Lucys." Lucy is fine with me," Mark.