Becky was somewhat flushed. “I, er, was trying to sing,” she said.Daffy arched her eyebrows. “Really, dear? It didn’t sound like you were sing...ing – more of a groan, or something like.”Becky moued. “Sorry. It’s why they won’t let me join the school choir. Can’t hit the right notes.”“Oh, I understand. Sara once or twice sounded like that.”Sara blushed. “No, I didn’t! When did I sound like that?”Daffy gave her a long look before replying. “It was nearly six months ago, when uncle Steve was. To break the shackles he pinched both my nipples very hard. When I opened my mouth to scream he put his tongue in my mouth. He then lowered his hands and put his hands over my green petticoat right over my pussy area. I tried to push his hands away.But he caught both my hands with his one hand and with his other hand he started to push further down into my petticoat and panty and started to push two fingers at a time into my pussy. I was literally taken aback and wiggled to free myself but I. She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed. Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her. "I just can't do it," she said. Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising. "We want tits. We want tits." The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, "so let's welcome "L" to the stage. It was Ellen's turn and there was no turning back.She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut. The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer. She. If they wanted to play with the boys, theyneeded to be as good as us. And this transcended to adult life,especially in professional sports. The WNBA is a walking joke, havingtrouble filling the same venues that sell out night after night for eventhe worst teams in the NBA. Football is even worse, where the equivalentis lingerie clad models playing some of the most awful footballimaginable. Yeah, the girls in their short, barely-there shorts, is hot,but in the end, it is still really bad.