After a few minutes of explaining Milhouse got on his knees and began to rub the small bulge in his pants that was made by Bart’s now erect boy hood.... Milhouse stopped to think for a few seconds, “Wait what if we do this at your house tonight I am gonna stay all weekend anyways.” Bart quickly buttoned up his shorts and agreed. Later that Night ——- After hearing Marge close and lock her bedroom door Bart signaled to Milhouse to do the same. After a few moments of silence the 2 boys quietly moved. From there on the phantasies developed and she could not keep them out anymore. Tonight, she would have all of it and so much more.She was nervous. An hour ago, she gave her son Billy a video to watch with his friends. It was an action movie, but it was full of subliminal messages to weaken the brain followed by a spiral half way through the movie. This method was more mind control then hypnosis, but she did not want to make a mistake. A few minutes ago, she stopped hearing sounds from Billy’s. There were many trips made throughout my career, but there was this one job in particular...I was given special instructions to take two "troubled" boys on a long trip, over to a town which was fifty miles out. It seemed to me that the only reason for their sudden relocation was because they were without a home. Another desperate famlly must've claimed these boys so they could continue to properly raise them until they came of aage, which was strange to me because according to the papers, those. When we split off from the ABC corporation we tried for weeks to think of an appropriate name for our fledgling company. We wanted something that sounded homey and warm without being cute. Edie and Josh always referred to our bakery as "our Daddy's bakery." When little Jimmy Stinger came in with his half-siblings and called it that, only because he had heard it called this by them, we knew we had the name. And so it became, "Our Daddy's Bakery."Our neighborhood was the same as neighborhoods.