I know her mental problems after she almost drowned in a cold lake, as a young teen.She often changed her behaviour to me, while I kept my identity: o...pen, honest and fair.She publicly declared her everlasting love to me in a few long public poems at my wall.She followed it up by either neglect of my messages or playing her 'games', how unfair.She sometimes seems 'posessed' by the 'bad witch' she met in that lake. It's her 'wall'.How big the bad luck of losing her identidy here, a fortnight. She looks around, and having satisfied herself that there’s no-one around to see, she begins to pull her dress up. It’s a white dress with a swirly pattern that now slides up, revealing more and more black nylon as it goes.The nylon is soon revealed as tights. But they are tights with a difference. Catherine has made a hole in the crotch. A hole just large enough for her to be able to fit a dildo. A dildo which I have no doubt is lodged firmly inside her, though it fits so snugly in the hole. Around the waist was the prettiest bow a person could see. It was white with a rosebud sticking out of in the middle. To Kenny it was a sign of girlyness. He wasn't a girl. He was a boy. "I will not wear that stupid looking thing. What do you take me for lady?" Try as he might the words only came out was goo's and gaa's. That was when he remembered what she had told him about the chemical."Aw, is my little one trying to speak to her mommy? There, there, it's okay. Mommy knows her cute little. Then he kissed them too. I made sure to give my mom a hug and kiss as well, then we both left leaving Sharon and Kevin there, I wasn't too happy about it though. I loaded up little Jeanette and we went home. We went to our bedroom and I fed little Jeanette once right before we put her to sleep, but John knew me too well to not see that something was wrong.“What's up sweetheart, Jeanette finally popped out little Callie, I thought you'd be happy,” John said.“I'm happy for Jeanette and my mom,” I.