.”I laughed and stood up. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. We stopped in the dishwashing room and dropped our plates off, and then I led ...her by the hand back up to my room. Once inside, I closed the door. “First things first. You need to get undressed completely.”Marilyn looked at me nervously. I opened my toilet kit and dug out a pair of small blunt-nosed scissors I had in there (for nose hairs, but I didn’t tell Marilyn that, way too gross!) Next, I spread out a towel on my bed and. Plus, I was going to let her have complete control over me, just as if Iwere a little five-year-old. I started thinking maybe this isn't such agreat idea, and I should turn around now and get the heck out of here. Iknew once I pushed that button on doorbell, there was no turning back.Well I never had a chance to push the doorbell, because as I reached thetop step and was getting ready to turn and leave, the door opened.Standing there was this very pretty young lady who looked to be in herlate. This story is about my next door aunty. Her name is Swati. She was 36 yrs old. She has a husband and three children all under 10 yrs. Her hubby work in an insurance company.We lived on the third floor of the building. I started thinking how to get close to her. First thing I did, I started talking to her children and helped them during exams. Swati gave me the attention I wanted. She was under the misconception that i care about her children. But the only thing i wanted was to fuck her. For. Then they would disappear from the public eye, back into her private collection.There was another photo, of Katie presenting the portrait to the Queen. Rumor ran rampant as to who the child was, after all it was the second time she had appeared with the Queen. One journalist almost got it right, saying she was the daughter of the artist, Damon Dawes, and the up and coming children’s writer Sisoban O’Mallory. Wonder what Sissy thought when she read that?The portraits hung in the National Gallery.