OW!" Shriek!" RATBASTARD!! ... You too, Doc! Goddamn! that hurts." CHARLIE! YOU WILL NOT NAME ... OH FUCK!... Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, MY LITTLE GIRL ...AFTER YOUR MOTHER!!" HER NAME IS MARY ANNE ... SEE TO IT!! You fucker!"There was a ton more and Grace and I treasured every single word. Adult words we knew we could use ... if we were just a little older.Lucile was admitted ... with a bad stomach ache at noon of New Years Eve, Friday, December 31, 1954.She was diagnosed with acute appendicitis by. What else would she come up with to surprise me? I went to bed and tried to think of anyone, anything but her.I awoke the next morning slowly, dreaming of her, naturally. And like most men on most mornings, I awoke with a rock hard woody to go along with my dream. Dreaming of her, and her incredibly tight cunt, was not what I needed to be doing in the morning, but since we don't get to choose our dreams, I allowed myself to enjoy the fantasy as I came out of my slumber. Suddenly, the dream took. ‘Solino-sensei,’ she said, ‘you are standing naked, bent over your desk, with two long-nailed fingers inside your ass. Have you done this before?’ ‘No.’ ‘Would you do this for just anyone?’ ‘No.’ ‘Have you ever fantasised about it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you have your answers?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is this enough science for the day?’ Angelica looked at Oukinokumo. The girl had a sad expression on her thin lips. She was asking permission. Permission to be let go, released. A wave of sympathy overcame Angelica. ‘Go.’ ‘I. Now I've come to bring your clothes." Oh, perfect; you can bring them right into that room." She nodded and sat the clothes down in the chambers I directed her to and quickly left saying goodnight, closing the door behind her.Just when the seamstress left, the prince exited the bathroom dressed in his night pants. He had a towel around his neck, using one end of it to wipe the back of his head. I paused, watching his biceps flex as he dried his hair. He turned his head and met my eyes before.