" Tell me, mum, please!" and all that got in reply was a shake of the head.By mum's standards, her chosen clothing for this mysterious trip out was qu...ite modest, a plain blue dress that actually reached below her knees and bra and panties beneath it! I was mystified as she directed me to one of the seedier parts of East London and directed me to pull up in a supermarket car park."I know, there's a couple of sawed off shotguns in the boot isn't there? We're going to rob it aren't we?" Shit," she. I had met Carla some two years ago now and I was immediately attracted to her pretty face and her slender, but shapely body. She seemed to like me too, for within weeks we were an item. Within six months we were engaged and now we had been married for nearly nine months. I couldn't believe how good her figure was, I already mentioned her size 'B' breasts, and the rest was just as good, her slim flat middle of twenty-three inches, and then a good flare to her hips and nice long legs. If she. Perhaps he would write to me and Id have to do things as he wanted. I had no idea what to expect or what Id be getting into. Daddy was about 40 years old and good looking although Id never thought of a man as good looking before. He wore a flannel shirt and jeans and looked very masculine. He calmed my fears about being there and asked me to give him more information of my brothers permanent. He laughed a bit saying he knew of boys who had gotten permanents as kids but never as wrongly. In the time that went after that, you had been subjected to all sorts of surgeries and mental conditioning. They put you under the first time. When you woke up, you felt renewed, no longer sleep depraved or craving for a fix. Your outlook in life had changed, because the life of excitement you had wanted so badly before was now here. You no longer felt like the rebel college student named Connie. You now felt like you were something much more, like you were part of something bigger. All manner.