It’s cute and endearing. Besides, I’ve always wanted a puppy.’ ‘How am I a puppy?’ I asked, confused at the association. It wasn’t apparen... to me. ‘You’re… I’m not saying you are a puppy. I’m just… It’s an endearment. Like ‘Honey.” ‘Honey is sweet,’ I replied, having studied that endearment years ago. ‘Puppies smell funny. And they are messy.’ Miranda sighed, evidently frustrated. ‘Puppies are cute. You’re my puppy. Besides, it sounds a little like Papi, which is what some of my girlfriends in. Then he composed himself on the bed as if for sleep and waited.It was not long before he heard female voices outside."Are you sure he drank the wine?" I can't remember. I think so." He recognised the youngest princess."You really are a silly little thing. You must make sure he drinks." I'm sorry. I got so confused." He is very handsome... and very gallant," another voice said. "Mother was positively drooling at dinner."This caused a fit of muffled giggling."Hush, hush, silly girls," said the. It was in peach coloured silk crepe de chine, with a wide Quaker collar in white silk. With she wore white silk stockings and "Mary Jane" ankle strapped shoes. A peach coloured silk ribbon was tied in her long hair. Beneath the dress it was obvious that Erin was tightly corsetted.Next to her stood her twin brother Evan. Whilst Erin's clothing had been unusual, Evan's quite bizarre. Ashley had last seen Evan, wearing torn jeans and a dirty tee shirt, bearing obscene messages. His head had. Just like every other child in the world, Tamara had been taught that touching herself was wrong, and that you would burn in hell for it. Smiling to herself she rubbed her nipples anyway. It wasn't that she really cared, she was aethist after all. No one would tell her she couldn't enjoy the fullfillment of her own lush body. Biting her lower lip to supress her own moans, Tamara continued to tweak her own nipples and rub them. What she wouldn't give to have someone else doing this very thing.