“And I mean all the way!.”
“Oh, I will, I will,” says Annie, and Joan hands her the rubber gloves. XXX A grey haired, fit, distinguished looking man in his
fifties,
trembling behind a kitchen door as his attractive wife gushes over her sister
Pam’s daughters Annie, aged 12, and Dottie, aged 13, and tells them how cute
they look in their new tailored suits. Red faced and already on the verge of tears, I step
into the room. “But that’s a
no-no for your Uncle James when you girls are here.”
“What can you do about it,” Dottie asks. It
was
no time before she had me tearfully begging for mercy and promising to wear
anything she told me to wear and to do anything that she or any of our guests
might tell me to do. “I never noticed those,” says Annie. “Count them
out, James dear,” says Pam, I’m going to give you twenty five, and I want you
to thank me for each one!”
“Ooh one! When she finishes, she makes me crawl on my
