.. Mueve las nalgas... Ya s? que no te gustan, pero debes hacerlo... Debes ser algo mejor que un pato mareado.Suspir? y lo intent? como me dec?a. La c...sa fue un poco mejor, pero no pod?a evitar sentirme rid?cula hasta la m?dula vestida con un pijama de hospital, sandalias de tac?n alto en forma de cu?a y mi enorme culo oscilando de un lado a otro. Adem?s, al caminar as?, notaba c?mo mis diminutos pechos se agitaban y mov?an (algo que pensaba imposible, dado su tama?o), lo que a?ad?a incomodidad. It was always a relief to get home and through the front door even though now, in midwinter, it was scarcely much warmer indoors than outside. The only room that was heated was the living room where she and the other residents, mostly young people like Iris, would gather around the television and share the warmth emanating from the coal-burning stove.Deciding what to watch on television was always a compromise and inevitably the news channels were the ones about which there was least dispute.. She let me take it around solo once and I told her I would stick to my car. While I thought the scooter might have it's uses, it just wasn't something that flipped my switch.Down in the dungeon, I told her about my tests from the night before. She agreed to a quick test. She gave a start when it first started, giving me a hard look from across the room.“That's so weird,” she said, “you were way over there, but I could feel you touching me.”“Wait a minute,” I said, “ you felt 'me' touching. Her blonde hair ever so blonde, was like a glistening golden rose standing out amongst a field. Her name was charlotte, but I had never talked to her, she smelled like candy, but I had never smelled her, with hair so soft, yet always out of my grasp. I knew everything about this girl, my love, my life. And still she didn't even recognize me, didn't see my hard work. The amount of time I spent watching, learning, memorizing, her every move didn't mean a damn thing to her. I loved her and she has.