I nodded my head and saw them lock the door.As they went, I sat there for an other five minutes and then decided to go to my sisters room and see what... she was up with. I came into the room and saw her in her red frock and a light colored dress, sorting her books out.I asked her, “hey, wasup with you. Arnt you bored with these books. I’m surely bored watching the tv”. She said, “yes, I am totally tired with these books and wish I could do something else”. In reply I said, “let’s play some game.. Two large balls in total.She then turned to Master and asked for help on how to best put the tack bra on. Master described it to her as follow: have the bitch bend over so her tits hang down freely, undo the two bra straps and place the cups under the tits. Have the bitch support the cup with her hands so they stay below each tit, and then pull up on the bra strap to close it. Have the bitch stand straight and reconnect the two shoulder straps to the bra.It is always a very painful process. "She's a fucking idiot, Kylie. Don't worry about her." What?" The girl stared at Michael indignantly and then looked at her boyfriend, but he wasn't going to defend her. "I thought she liked it?" My mom has two kids, all right? Not ten." I stared at the girl and then looked at Michael. "And my mom is not a slut. You think all black women are whores? My mom isn't, believe me. She wouldn't bend over for anyone, not even my dad."That seemed like a strange thing to be saying, even as the words left. I think I could handle fourth grade math. Hand me that math book and let's try."I read all her latest assignments and work books. I spend two hours going over all the math questions. It was enough for me as I headed to bed. The next day Kitten came running in the house. "Mommy, mommy, guess what? I got an A on the math test. I got every answer right."Caroline told her how proud she was of her and smiled over at me. I actually had a tear in my eye. It felt good. I knew I was back on Caroline's.