I walked around the back of her and pressed a fingertip to her asshole. It resisted. Tight. Good. I then came around front, pinched both her nipples u...ntil she winced. Good tolerance for pain. Her pussy was slightly damp, and surprisingly, her hymen was intact. I saw so few virgins these days. This was going to be rough for her. I fed her, and then ordered her to take a shower. Afterwards, I put a collar around her neck, a belt around her midsection, and put her in thigh high boots. They were a. Each morning, after my mother went to work, I had three or four hours before my shift at the factory started. I would get the box from under my bed and dress myself. The stockings, the suspender belt, the bra, the patent heels.I would brush down my long hair and apply my make up, slip into a short mini-dress and admire myself in the mirror. I loved turning from Fred to Freda in the mornings. I'd always put my panties on last, for some reason; I just liked it that way. My Mother's friend and. How they moved and wiggled around the office and howtheir clothes sounded when they moved. It was electrifying, even for alittle boy! I knew what I liked, even then!I listened as he smiled."Women were women back then, they could have controlled the world ifthey hadn't burned their bras back in the sixties! But times changed,and now what do we have? Fat, greasy haired women with attitudes whodon't take dictation and who barely type even using a computer! Womenwho wear dirty sneakers and sweat. .. 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 an intern and prepped for surgery. The resident was just marking the position of the proposed surgical cut when Maryanne kicked him in the ink pen. The pen tip bent and ink splattered all.