Mommy gives me a bath. I like to splash the water. Mommy puts myjammies on. I don't like it. I don't want to go night-night. I say, "No!No!"Mommy open...s Mommy's shirt and bra and I see milky boobs. I like milkyboobs. Mommy picks me up and I get a nipple. I suckle and it feels best ofall. I snuggle with Mommy. Mommy loves me. I'm happy.***DOWNSIDEI wake up. It's dark and I'm in my crib. I'm all alone. I don't like it. Icry. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. I cry lots and lots. Mommy comes andpicks. These were the pictures Cynthia referred to, of a young man my own age. He was not just on tip toe, he was tied up that way. There was a big wooden stick holding him up by his armpits. He was wearing a jock strap. His penis was making a tall enough tent that you could see a gap between the fabric and his leg. The subject of the picture was Jason, seated in front of me, looking at the image of himself. I felt many things, but the oddest was jealousy.I watched in fascination as Peter zoomed in on. We couldn’t help but to bust out laughing as we looked for our clothes and put them back on. He handed me what was left in the bottle along with the flutes and we walked out to the stand. This place was old school – regulars, foot-long, chili dogs. I told him I wanted some onion rings, but he insisted on fries. I found out why. He slipped one into his mouth and guided the other end onto my lips and we ate it slowly until our lips met. I think it was even hotter for him to watch me purse my lips. The drawers were originally used to stock the bedding, and hadbecome disused as the orders had declined. Only a few of the upperdrawers now contained miscellaneous items of underwear. The counterremained as an impressive example of Edwardian cabinet making, but Ithought it was a total waste of valuable space.The shop had only one other item of furniture, and this was an old chairwith a curved back; curly legs; and velvet upholstery. I once sat on itand found it to be very lumpy and.