“Thank you for helping me with the card, Eric. You saw how much she loved it.”“Yeah, she did, didn’t she? If I were you, I wouldn’t say a wo...d about me having anything to do with it. Just let her enjoy it as a gift from her daughter.”On the way up the attic stairs, I had to smile. Maybe I’d been wrong about Laurie. Or maybe she was starting to grow up. Or maybe I was starting to grow up. It would be nice not to be bickering and competing all the time; feeling like I had to watch my back.Yes, it. As he was eating his mother's pussy, Keith heard his principal unzip the duffel bag. She took out a red leather riding crop. The handle was about 18" long and black. The leather end was folded in half and attached to the handle. Keith stopped for a moment to see what she was doing and saw the riding crop."What the fuck?" he exclaimed, nearly forgetting he was supposed to be eating pussy."This is just in case you don't follow instructions...or if I just feel like smacking your ass with it," she. I decided that all those little air conditioners ducted outside installed throughout the ship should really be replaced by rectangular port-holes for light. She needed a battery farm and controls, a water heater, an oil exchange system and--if there was room--a fuel conditioning system. I turned her into a mix between a live-aboard and a working ship.Her living quarters were tiny but that's what I wanted--a single room containing the galley, salon and bunk; sort of like a sea-going efficiency. Not for her, a husband or supportive partner. It was going to be left to her, and only her, to take care of her unwanted, but hopefully not to be unloved, future son or daughter. Wendy burst into tears, unstoppable and unpremeditated, while waddling down the corridor, the weight of seven months or more of gravidity weighing on her as perhaps it had never done before. Her face collapsed into a display of utter despair as she put out an arm against the wall to prop herself up. Her legs, still so.