No. Cathy's a manipulator, plain and simple."Zim stopped. For a moment he looked blankly out the window, then focused again on the screen in his lap."...We're growing that hidden seed, Mr. Thompson. We're building a new personality that will be what you want. Cathy's dominant personality's fighting us tooth and toenail. Our procedures are imprisoning her in her own mind. We believe, over time, with the right atmosphere at her resident location, the personality imprisoned will gradually wither,. One spurt even hit my throat.When mother saw that, she began to laugh as high as a bell, unfolded a paperhandkerchief from her skirt pocket and wiped away the sperm puddle on my throat. "Shall I wipe away the rest too?" she asked, and before I could think over this,a "Sure, yes" escaped from my mouth. Only then I realized with delay that she hadto touch my willy for this of course. She worked down from my chest, put thetotally sticky wet handkerchief into the pocket, took out a new oneand. " I wanted to fuck her so bad but someone could have opened the door and interrupted us. I put on my boxer shorts and climbed up the steps. I pushed against the concrete door with all my might but I couldn't budge it. You could say we were trapped in there. But we didn't feel trapped. We didn't have electricity or any ways of communicating with the outside world but we had plenty of food, water, candles and each other.I went back down the steps and saw Mom reclining on the bed still naked. She. I noticed Mum always seemed to dress more tartily and provocatively than usual on visits to the optician. Today she wore a flimsy white blouse that you could see her black lacy bra clearly through, a pair of black tights that had thick tarty seams all up the backs of her legs, the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, plus a tiny black stretch mini skirt. This was so small you could see the tops of her legs where they joined into her buttocks!Her hair was newly permed and peroxided blonde too,.