"Take off all your clothes, Kim. It's just usgirls."I watched them as I slowly stripped down to my briefs. They seemed veryinterested but not sexual...ly, measuring my body with their eyes andenvisioning what sort of underwear would work as if I were an odd womanrather than a whole different sex. I was worried about getting anerection with both women looking at me. I was aroused, but tried tocontrol myself by doing math sums and thinking about NationalGeographic--no, not the article with the. It was about respect and gratitude. I wished her a quiet and restful night.The next morning Mercy had a hearty hot breakfast waiting when I came downstairs. Stacks of buttermilk pancakes with real maple syrup. Crisp bacon. Sausages. Hot crusty rolls. Women of her generation really knew how to treat a man.As I turned to leave, she opened her arms to me. It was a soft and yielding hug. She melted against my body and I felt the warmth flow between us. I aimed a goodbye kiss at her cheek, but she. "Steve looked at her coolly. "You're not worthy of hate. Only pity. Now go."Karen left, and Steve looked at Lucy. "I don't like doing that, but I think if we break her down far enough, we can bring her back as someone who's not nearly so hateful. We'll have to be careful, though. I don't want to save two and lose a different one."Lucy tilted her head at Steve, and said in an inquiring tone, "We? What do you mean, 'We'?"Steve smiled. "I've got a home full of women brought up that a man should be. So she decided she would wait until Laura would masturbate, before she did it herself. That had been two weeks ago, and Laura had given no signs whatsoever of ever going to do it. Amanda wondered if she even had any sort of equipment, although some girls she knew preferred to do it by hand.Eventually she couldn't stand it anymore. She wasn't sure whether to ask Laura about it or not, but she needed to have some release. Asking Laura would at least avoid any unpleasant surprises during the act,.