One which was eventually decided in this case.She honestly suggested it, yeah, she wanted to give me voice lessons. Ok, ok, I was into singing with t...he youth and all. But this suggestion surprised me, more likely the attention did. I readily accepted and, of course, my parents thought it a "blessing" or some other kind of horseshit.It started with skirts...those jean skirts that they wear, short and you occasionally get a glimpse of of a pair of panties, just enough to get the cock hard but. We wentto an Italian restaurant for lunch. My aunt told me that when I sat downI should have smoothed my skirt under my backside to avoid creases. Ipartly got up in order to do this. "And keep your legs together," shequietly reminded me.When we got back to the apartment, Mrs Roberts was there. The two ladieswent into the kitchen. I could hear them talking, but not what was said.They came back into the room. Mrs Roberts left us alone. "Right," saidAunt Alice. "You have made good progress, so you. "You two must be sisters."Tim gave her a funny look back and said in his natural deep voice, "What the hell are you talking about?" Well you won't get man with that voice. Oops here's my spot." the woman said before getting up and leaving the train with several other riders, including the redhead he was admiring."This city is full of kooks." Tim spat out and looked out the window. In the window he could see the reflection of the redhead."Wait, she got off!" Tim said aloud and turned around and. Unfortunate for Timothy and his father, his mother willingly and enthusiastically implemented the laws of New America within their household. Timothy’s father was always naked as a Classification 4 male and was forced to remain naked at home as well. He was locked in chastity each evening when he arrived home and had showered He remained locked up until time to perform the ritualistic shaving, required by law, each morning. Though he was once a proud man, Timothy’s father was now just a shell.