Miss Danielle was giggling and covering her mouth as she held meby the shoulders and made me look at myself in the mirror. As she tied alarge white satin sash around my waist in a big bow she told me I wouldn'tneed my pretty shoes today. She snapped her fingers in my face and toldme to crawl behind her. She led me to an oversized highchair and made mesit in it while she locked the food tray in place over my lap. I startedto get a funny feeling. Miss Danielle reappeared and held a jar of babyfood in front of my face slowly back and forth. I felt more of what wasleft of my dignity fade away as spooned up a portion of the baby food andheld it up to my mouth. Without thinking, I shook my head in a 'no'motion. It sent a tingle up my spine when I felt the weight of my littlepigtails bouncing with my movement. I looked up just in time to see theangry look on Miss Danielle's face as she looked down at me in disbelief,the spoon still held up to my mouth. I begged and pleaded her. Jake, her husband, was already home and just lounging around- god, she could kill the bastard - and Bobby was downstairs inthe den watching television. He had probably hoped, as she had,that they would be able to use this time to be together.She reluctantly agreed, therefore, to make the trip and was set togo out the door when the idea occured to her. She turned and wentupstairs to the den. Walking in she said, "Hi, sport. Wanna takea ride?" Hi, mom. Where to?" Oh, I just have to run over to Charleston and pick up some papers forwork. Won't take long. Just thought you might like to ride along."Bobby considered this for a couple of seconds and then said, "Sure. Whynot." Grabbing his jacket he headed upstairs behind his mother. As theyclimbed the steep stairs Bobby's eyes were right level with his mother'slegs just a couple of feet in front of him. Just then he would havegiven anything to be able to reach out and feel them up, to bury hisface in their fullness and kiss them and lick.
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