Angie welivetogether had developed quite welivetogether a reputation around town. After welivetogether her mother's death two years ago, she'd seemed to lose touch welivetogether with reality. She'd welivetogether adopted a access weird childlike way of talking and started welivetogether bringing welivetogether a teddy bear to school. There welivetogether'd been a couple of fights in welivetogether the welivetogether girls' restroom. Finally, after several students' parents complained, Phil Cordero welivetogether had been forced to take his daughter out of Rasmussen welivetogether High. Supposedly he was home-schooling her now. Nobody really knew what went on in that house, though.
"Grown-up fun, Angie baby," he replied smugly. He advanced on her confidently. "The welivetogether kind of fun welivetogether you probably welivetogether don't get to have, all shut up in the access house like this."
"Shiny, sparkly welivetogether, back and welivetogether forth," Angie cooed. "It's a magic stone, Angie's magic stone."
Carl struggled and gasped, "Can't stop welivetogether . . . watching the pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and . . . forth."
"Now," she went on, "Angie's going to put access the stone away, with you welivetogether on it, between Angie's breasts. When Angie does this welivetogether, you welivetogether will feel welivetogether yourself enveloped by the softness welivetogether of Angie's breasts. You will see it, smell it, taste it, and the welivetogether pleasure will be overpowering. You welivetogether will let yourself go, let yourself get lost in the feeling, lost in the pleasure."
"Carl," she welivetogether said, "you know you'll do anything welivetogether Angie says, don't you?"
"Yes," Carl said welivetogether. "Anything Angie welivetogether says welivetogether."
Carl repeated Angie's words in welivetogether a monotone.
"Listen to Angie, Daddy," Angie went on. "Nothing bad is happening here."
"Goody." Angie clapped welivetogether her hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.
Angie ate ravenously welivetogether and gulped her soda, then welivetogether fed Carl, propping his head up with one slender arm and bringing the food to his mouth. He ate welivetogether and drank mechanically until everything was gone.
"Angie's going to send you home soon welivetogether, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does , you welivetogether will not welivetogether remember coming over welivetogether here. You will not remember what welivetogether happened here. Do you understand welivetogether, Carl?"
Satisfied, Angie said, "Very good, Carl. Get dressed now."
"Yes, Angie." Moving like a sleepwalker, Carl welivetogether dressed himself, then stood waiting.
"It's time to go home, Carl," she told him. "Daddy's taken care welivetogether of, so Angie will welivetogether take you out the front door." She giggled. "Angie wouldn't want you to fall access, climbing back out the window."
