The big news, the really big news, is that our second batch wasn't twins and it wasn't girls either. I knew by the seventh month. The twerps knew too,... I might add. I made them promise on pain of death to keep their pretty little mouths shut.Emma keeping her mouth shut is a physical impossibility. I detailed Elle with the task of watching over Emma. Her job (and she was glad to accept it) was to make sure that Emma didn't spill the beans to Donnie or Dee Dee.I threatened physical violence,. "With that, she brought the leather strap down on Lulu's behind with what seemed a mighty whack."Oh, oh," cried Lulu, "You hurt me."Then Carla struck again, and again and again. Lulu continued to cry out. It was all phony, of course, but there were realistic looking welts on the Vietnamese girl's ass.Finally, Carla said, "Now for something different."She took the silver rod, but instead of using it was a whip, she probed Lulu's ass and pussy with the handle."You like?" asked Carla."I like. Well enough about me.The kids. Well Michael, as I guess you know, you would be watching, his baseball dreams went up in smoke. One bad play and a torn shoulder and he's out. But he's doing his best. He graduates this spring from college. Then it's on to law school. I told you he was going to be a lawyer.He's met a nice girl. Weirded me out when I first met her. Pink hair and all but she's nice. She has good parents too. They came down over the summer. I've even got a business deal or two going. It was true, I often thought of Caroline Ashford at those times, and cursed myself for doing so. I tried to stammer out an apology. Annette smiled, sweetly and compassionately.“You do not have to apologise to me. When I make love — because for me it is always making love, even when I behave like a harlot and say and do things that might shock—I give myself completely to my partner. He has my body, my soul, my brain, my bones, my blood, and yes, my love.”She looked at me tenderly. “I know that.