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Hello, child.

How are you selling cookies?

I go to school with your daughter.

You are Mrs. Garcia, right?

Oh, never call a woman Mrs., darling.

Didn't your mother teach you any manners?

Funny that you mention manners, because that's exactly what I'm here to talk to

you about.

Oh, no.

Please, tell me this isn't about Shiloh. Dear God, tell me what I've done to

deserve... May I commence? We need to talk.

Of course.

Come in, baby, but please don't bore me with any grievances with Shiloh. You

certainly don't look like the type of girl to be offended by opinions and

openness.

By opinions, do you mean insults? Well, my baby's just honest. She says exactly

what's on her mind, and some people just cannot handle the truth. But you, my

dear, you don't look weak -minded.

I hear it time and time again.

Oh, Shiloh hurt my feelings. Shiloh pulled my hair.

Shiloh held me down and kissed me. Wah, wah, wah.

And you should know that's exactly what's wrong with this world. Everyone

sensitive. Well, I'm not easily offended or sensitive, but I will have you know

that calling a person honest is not an excuse for her lack of tact.

She's rude, pushy, insulting, a bully.

These house heels are truly wearing on my ankles.

I have a sister named Jill, and Jill shares most of her classes with Shiloh.

Shiloh torments her constantly. She even encourages others to insult her as

well. She's making the last few months of high school a living hell for her,

high school's supposed to be the best four years of a person's life.

And I cannot, will not, allow my sweet sister to suffer abuse.

My, look at the time.

You'll have to forgive me, my dear. I don't know if it's the dull conversation

or the fact that I've been standing upright for three consecutive hours. I

exhausted.

I'm not going to leave until we come to an agreement about how we're going to

handle the situation.

Why don't I call Shiloh down here and you can talk to her yourself?

Well, that's perfectly fine with me. I've been dying to give her a piece of

mind.

The sofa?

No, the bedroom.

Oh, yes.

You're so strong, baby doll.

Oh, you don't know what I suffer.

If only I had...

I was burdened with a daughter.

That is another burden that God has forced me to suffer.

I'm so beautiful, so undeniably gorgeous, that both men and women throw

themselves at me wherever I go.

catch my breath, and then I can help bring you to feel the pleasure

that you didn't even know existed on this earth.

Oh, oh, goodness.

My talents in the bedroom are both a curse and a blessing.

But you know, my dear, I never complain.

But why are you not undressed?

Excuse me? You may be a young woman, but you have the Same look in your eye as a

dirty old man.

Human desires are so transparent.

I can tell you've been dying to take me since I opened the door.

Just let mommy show you how it's done.

I came here to talk to you and that's it. And if you think that I'm so stupid

believe that you're truly sick, that you need to lay down after standing

upright, then you have seriously underestimated my intelligence.

I came here to defend my sister, and I believe that my mother needs to be

defended as well.

Your mother, is she the petite redhead?

The leggy brunette with the curly hair?

No.

She's the curvy blonde with the bob haircut.

The doe eyes.

Deliciously massive tits and the rosy nipples.

No. Tall blonde, her name is Bridget, and I wouldn't know what her nipples

like, would I?

What a shame.

She came here to talk to you about Shyla, and she's never been the same.

Oh, Shyla.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?

Well, if you won't leave...

Will you please just be a dear and hand me my vibrating dong?

You've frazzled my nerves.

I need to relax.

I need to release.

Oh, I'm throbbing. The spasms are moving down my spine, into

my... Oh, please, Zoe, just hand me my medicine.

Enough! Your absurd act is over. I'm not leaving this house until I'm confident

that you can get your daughter under control.

Don't you just love Parisian silk?

The feel of it on your skin is just delicious.

Do you hear me, child?

This is the perfect way for a pretty little girl to improve on an ugly mood.

I'm 18.

I'm a grown woman. Don't condescend me.

Let's talk.

Why don't you tell me all of your problems and let mommy sort them out one

one for you? Shyla, she is the problem.

She is a criminal.

She may think that she's a teenager, but now that she's an adult, she could face

legal consequences for her crime.

Oh, goodness.

I don't even have to be here. Do you not realize that? I'm here because I'm

trying to not ruin someone else's life.

Especially if she could be rehabilitated in some way. I could go to the police

if you're not helpful.

Oh, no.

You won't go.

I won't. Not yet. Just tell me you're going to make her stop.

It's funny you brought up Jill and your mommy.

That tall drink of water. What's her name again?

Bridget.

Bridget, yes.

I recall both of them.

They were in little Shiloh's bedroom making the most precarious noises.

It sounded something like, Shiloh, yes, put your tongue

deep inside me. Oh, you're making my toes curl.

Oh, it's unbelievable, Shiloh.

So are you trying to say that Shiloh is having sex with my mother?

No. She's having sex with your sister as well.

What's so wrong with three adult women getting on so well?

They're all friends, obviously.

And your issue with my darling little girl is all imaginary.

Oh, my God.

No, I can't believe it.

I don't believe it.

My sister used to cry on my shoulder.

Tell me about how Shiloh used to call her things like sugar tits, slap her on

the ass.

And once she took off her wet panties and put them in my sister's pocket,

telling her the most sinful thing.

Oh, what did she say?

Mrs. Garcia, I can see now that it's impossible to reason with you. I'm

It smells like my little drama baby might have a case of venarchies.

Is there someone else in this house that I can talk to? Can I talk to your

husband, please?

Oh, baby, which one?

I have so many men. I'd be more than happy to gift one to you.

Oh, that's it.

We'll call one of them up and we can take you shopping. Somewhere where we

get you something a little less juvenile.

More adult.

Excuse me? With a body like that.

That's really a shame you don't show it off.

Maybe.

Maybe what you need is a little confidence.

I've got confidence. Maybe you're not observant.

You are uptight.

That's the problem.

If you don't believe me, just look at your body language when I tell you about

Shyla, Jill, and your mommy.

Just three women enjoying each other. You act like they're friends.

Lovers first, friends second.

Sometimes relationships happen that way. If you're trying to call me uptight, or

worse, calling me a liar... Relax, darling.

I have nothing in my heart but love.

No judgment.

Take off your top for mommy.

And let me see your pretty little breasts.

How dare you tell me to try to manipulate me and... No! No!

Darling, what's plaguing your mind right now is insecurity.

You're worried that I won't like your little breasts.

Men have put this into the minds of women.

Well, boys have made fun of my breasts before.

Men will say, I'm a breast man or I'm an ass man.

It's as if one becomes an ass man because he tolerates women's little

tits.

But women, on the other hand, genuinely love breasts of all sizes.

They have a greater appreciation of the woman's body as a whole package.

And only women truly understand how to please each other.

Let mommy help you.

I'll show you my breath first.

Well, I, uh...

Wow.

Wow.

So predictable.

They all say, wow.

I really wish you would have come up with something a little more inventive.

I do appreciate your appreciation, my dear. Please don't think I'm being

ungrateful.

But tell me, are you the selfish sort?

Well, no.

Then why is it that your gifts are still covered when I have so generously

showed you mine?

You can do it.

Be a good girl for Mommy.

Do they look okay? Oh my god, they're beautiful.

They're gorgeous.

Why don't you lay down and let me show you how good the human

body is meant to feel.

Thank you.

I think you want to have sex with me, and I... I've never... I wouldn't

Shh.

Just let mommy show you everything to do.

Okay. Yeah.

Persistent boy.

Those tiny little nipples.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah. Mommy likes that.

Oh, God.

Wow. Yes.

Oh my god.

Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yeah.

I want to see those gorgeous eyes looking at me.

Oh.

That's really good. Yeah, I do feel my legs shaking.

Oh my gosh.

Yes.

Yes. Oh, that's lovely.

Yes.

Yes.

Bye. Bye.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Spidey.

Oh my gosh.

That's some real confidence there.

Oh, God.

See you.

See you.

you

Free of charge.

You were just pent up.

And girls like you will meddle.

All you needed was a little love to reset your troubled mind.

I still want to talk to Shiloh.

Of course.

But just remember, she's still learning.

So don't be disappointed if she's not able to take you where I've taken you.

If she, will she?

Just lay here and catch your breath.

I'll go find her.

Especially if she could be rehabilitated. Okay.

Did I say that first part right?

Especially if she could be rehabilitated.

Why can't I say that?

Rehabilitated.

I'm here because I'm not trying to ruin else... That's cool.

Oh, what did she say?

Or I'm an ass man.

If that didn't feel good.

Yeah.

breath man it's as if oh fuck me go ahead read it i know

i'm an ass man or i'm a breath man it's as if one becomes well fuck me

i'm just waiting