There she saw Monica, sitting on the couch, a sour look onher face."Hi, Monica," she said, brightly."Oh. Hi." How are you feeling?" Shitty, as usual. ...Guess you can consider yourself lucky. This is onepart of womanhood you won't get to experience."Tina sat down next to her."Not directly. But I was with a friend of mine when she went through herpregnancy a couple of years ago, and I was with her when she delivered." Almost as good as being a mom yourself." It was said without a hint ofhumor."Not. She handed the strap to her son. "Give it to her good Willy. Make her cry!"Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Willy repeatedly brought the leather belt down on Cindy's firm bottom, the sounds of her whimpering making his cock hard as steel. Betty was watching from another chair as she forced young Barry to kneel between her legs to lick her aroused cunt.Betty had two small orgasms while the young boy licked between her legs. Watching her son strap young Cindy brought back unpleasant memories of her. "So what do you want us to do now?" Oh - here." She handed over the notepad. "Just fetch this from upstairs. The ice cream goes in that freezer and the meat goes in this one."She knew exactly where she wanted both the meat and the cream, and it had nothing to do with freezers.The two young men tromped up the stairs, and Liz wrestled with her inner voice, which seemed to have developed multiple personality disorder. One moment, it was warning her to calm down, and the next it was screaming at. ”“You are being very mysterious. Tell me you name.”“Helen. Helen Stillson. You don’t know me.”“You are right, I don’t. So, how do you know me?”“Can we go somewhere and talk? Private?”“No. These are two of the three women I trust most in my life. This is my Mom, Barb. You’ve already met Juli. We can go up onto the porch, though, and get out of the sun. It looks like you are starting to burn. We’ll see to that later, maybe.” On the porch we pulled four chairs close together. “Now, start talking.