As you pass me I can smell he scent of your perfume. You are wanting me as bad as I want you. I want to grab you and have my way with you, but I don�...�t want this to end quickly, it is a time for sensuality. so you pick up a hair brush and I watch as you brush your hair a bit. You really don’t need to arrange you hair, but you know I can see your reflection in the mirror. Your right hand holds the brush and strokes your soft hair. I look into the mirror and see your erect nipple through the bra. 5'6",long blond hair with bangs, clear blue eyes, a face so innocent, soperfect, you wanted to stare at it forever.But Brooklyn, like the rest of us, still needed training.So here's how the brainwashing worked. (They didn't call it brainwashing,of course... I think they called it "Inside the Female Mind" or somebullshit like that.) We'd strip naked. The female lab technicians wouldscrub us, head to toe, with essential oils. We would mount our oiled-upbodies onto the world's greatest fuck. The Rabbi was an encyclopedia of bad puns and he never failed to drag out as many as he could get away with into the service. She groaned as he launched into another bad joke that the congregation had heard about twenty times in the last year. Chaya liked the Rabbi, when she’d moved to the city, she’d found that most of the synagogues were far more stuffy than the one she was used to, and he’d made her feel welcome at schul despite her bright pink hair and tendency to forget to change out of. I set her down on a chair and drew up another to face her. "Mother, I don't mean to sound abrupt with you but there are things which I must make clear to you immediately! We are both in great danger! You must do exactly as I say!"My mother looked at me as if I were insane and gasped, "Chad, what are you talking about. This is modern Alabama and people don't go around harming each other!" Mother, you forget why I left Alabama in the first place. I left because the Tolliferros were trying to kill.