Mother and Wilma would want to do everything for me.From washing my back when I showered, to feeding me my food. It was like they were my slaves.I was... lying with them, with each on one of my sides one night, just thinking about the babies coming, and how our lives had changed.I was thinking man my life sure has changed over the last few months.I wonder if these women of mine would mind if I got a girl friend.Mother said; baby you know that we will not be able to fuck for much longer, as the. Just duck behind a lounge chair, or pull it over you, and they can’t hurt you. The back and base are armor plate, but not a heavy weight. So you can easily tip it over someone as protection.”I smile, “Thank whoever sorted this out so quick for me, as all that’s just what I want. I take it the monitoring room will be done soon.”“Yeah, that needs some extra equipment plus wiring. All the sensors, alarms, and wires for them, and more, are going in while they do the walls and windows. But we need. So she found Justin's Sunday best,dress shirt, dress pants, black socks and nice shoes and put them onwith a pair of boys briefs. She tried to tuck the shirt snugly intoher pants but her pants were slightly loose at the top and tight at thewaist. But what feminine curves she had along with the makeup andjewelry enabled her to look presentable as a grown woman in public.She decided that it was the accessories that make the woman. She founda purse in her closet that matched the shoes she was. "As that sank in, Gloria's feet started to feel like they weighed a ton. She was an only child. She'd slept alone, in her room, all her life."Your sisters?!" she gasped.His arms tightened, instinctively, to keep her from bursting free and making a scene. She didn't try to get loose, though. She was too shocked."We were curious about ... stuff," he said. "You promised," he said, feeling like he had done the wrong thing.She had stopped "dancing", and stood. Her hands felt like lumps of clay on.