“Hey Jon-Jon” she spoke playfully, a nickname she had been calling me for ages, her voice holding the same tone when she spoke to me as she did wh...n she spoke to her brother, that same tone that had made me give up on ever answering the questions I had just asked myself. “Hey Lucy, your bro said something about a grand send off, where’s he hiding?” I asked wanting to quickly sidestep this situation before my mind could spin my 18 year old hormones into an awkward situation involving a bulge,. " So he's… not the one?" Not unless he did that shit to himself…" Andre said, seeming just as surprised. "Which I don't think is humanly possible."Freddie took a deep sigh, and stumbled over to a chair and plopped down, feeling completely and utterly exhausted. He was so quickly lost in his head that when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he nearly snapped it off."Baby…" Jade whispered, recoiling from his jolt. "You need to just stop and take a couple minutes. Your dad is up there… and you. Then, she lay on the towel, turned to her left side and drew up her knees.I'm sure if either of them knew I was hiding and spying Dora would've closed the bedroom door. As it was a warm day, we had the windows open for cross-ventilation. From my vantage I had an excellent view of Mae's full, round buttocks and the backs of her heavy thighs.Dora began smearing Vaseline onto the enema tip. She folded back the hem of Mae's nightshirt and then spread her buttocks, exposing the pinkish-tan pucker of. I chuckled to myself, saved the file to a newly formatted diskette, and then ejected it. I took a red Magic Marker from my desk and labeled the disk ‘CRF’.I realized I hadn’t password-protected the file, so I reinserted the diskette, re-saved the file with a fitting password. Given that Marie Annette had been ‘taught’ by Jorge, I decided on a variation of his name. I laughed hard, locked the disk in a desk drawer, and then fired up Myst to play for an hour before bed.May 7, 1994, Chicago,.