‘What’s wrong, Sandy?’ I ask concerned. ‘Oh the usual,’ you reply. ‘You know. Rowdy children and obnoxious parents,’ you add. ‘Oh, I s...e,’ I state sympathetically. ‘Why don’t you take a relaxing shower and rest, while I go pick us up something to eat?’ I suggest. ‘Thank you Shawn, I think that’s a great idea,’ you say with a hint of relief in your voice. As you step into the bathroom, I grab my car keys and head out in search of food. I drive around for 20-30 minutes before stopping at a fast. .”“Because I know my limitations, and they’d already be stretched to the breaking point with the seven of you. If I didn’t think Eddie would kill me, I’d leave Rachel and the girls behind, and hope for the best.” Kendry turned to look into Tamara’s eyes. “Never doubt, Milady, exactly where, and in what order of precedence, my loyalties lie. We, as a group, are part of House Chorale, but I serve House Janak. Period. End of statement.”“I love you, Kendry,” Tamara said, getting up and kissing her. Littlewood. In the evening Mr. Littlewood would be driven home in a company car and there was no need for Finn to return to Wall Street. When Mrs. Littlewood had no more need of the car, she would indicate this to Finn and he would return the car promptly to the garage and go where he wished. On special occasions he'd be asked to work in the evening and he'd be paid extra for it. He would have free days on the second and fourth Sunday of each month.The car was a 1927 black and grey LaSalle. But I knew I couldn't hide from those blazing eyes, they'dscorch the earth to find me, and when they did...I shuddered to think ofthe countless ways he could hurt me, and my entire shameful story camespilling out...I tried to explain it in a way that didn't paint me as a natural bornsissy, tried to explain that all I wanted to do was to prove I was a realman, but it's hard to do when explaining how your personal sissy slutseduced you, sissied you up. mouth fucked you, spanked you, fingered.