Xiomara was slowly feeding Franny. Renée had wiped away the crust of flakes around her mouth. She was sneering at the buildup on her left hand.“Eat...or don’t,” Xiomara growled at her former teacher. The rejuvenated girl subsided and opened her mouth.“You did say you wanted Vanessa, Trishie.” I grinned. She stepped on my foot. She made it look like a stomp to the eyes on us but she had caught her heel before she could hurt my delicate toes... “No one wants me in anything,” Vanessa crunched the. "And what makes someone a good lover?"I dodged. "Ask Nancy."There were a lot of times when The Cat would come by when we were hanging out in the tub. She'd take off her clothes and join us. She once in a while caught us doing something sexual and would fade off into the night. Good natural manners, like I said.One night I was standing behind Nancy working on her neck muscles and down her spine when she came bopping down the steps and started telling us about this fantastic play she'd made while. I am then pushed against the tree, and my hands and anklesare restrained with old rope. Fr. Joe goes into the cabin, and then comesback with a willow switch, the gnarled twigs bunched together lookingmenacing as all hell. "NOW YOU MUST SUFFER THE SWITCH FOR YOUR SINS, MYSON!!", Fr. Joe growls. With that, he starts switching my bare, round ass,the willow switches lighting a fire to my quivering corporate asscheeks. THIP THIP THIP THIP THIP. " Oh, Jo, thanks a million. See you then." I hope there's some lunch. I haven't had any breakfast." Nor have I and there will be. Promise. See you." 'Bye."Zoë apprehensively looked in the fridge. There looked to be ample bread, cheese and salad.Joanna was as good as her word arriving at quarter past one. They greeted each other with a hug."Mum hasn't got any booze," said Zoë. "Do you want to walk up to the Trout for something?" Why not? My treat though." Why? I bullied you to come down.".