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of the boys wept real tears, though the biggest merely scowled. Hislop glared at us then said in a tone of supreme contempt, “Lassies! You’re nothing but a bunch of big lassies. Excepting you, Anderson. There’s a spark of manhood in you. Get back to your seats.”
    44 MAD HISLOP REAL TEARS  
    And we went weeping to our seats except Anderson, who sat down radiantly smiling. The more I think of my childhood the queerer it seems although it was perfectly ordinary. So Superb scowls furiously but yes, she picks up Janine’s suspender-belt, holds it round her waist then cries out, “It’s too small! I told you these clothes aren’t mine!”
    But Momma smiles sweetly and says, “Make them stretch. Pull hard. Imagine you are a poor little orphan girl with nothing else in the world to wear, because as from now, that is indeed the case.”
    And tears stream down Superb’s cheeks as she fastens the lacy Reger suspender-belt although a lot of it disappears into the crease it makes in the flesh round her waist. She pulls on the black net stockings although some of the mesh splits as she tugs them up to attach the suspenders. As she thrusts her arms into the satin blouse, which is sleeveless, the armholes split down the side. She can only fasten the waistband of the miniskirt. And Big Momma, still seated on the desktop, gently teases her clitoris with the end of the rubber tube, is that anatomically possible in that position? and watches Superb dreamily through half-shut eyes and murmurs,
    â€œPut on the shoes.”
    â€œI can’t put on the shoes. I can’t bend down in these clothes, I can’t even sit.”
    â€œI’ll help you.”
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    Momma leaves the desk. She kneels and carefully fits and buckles on to Superb’s foot one of Janine’s shoes murmuring, “You won’t need to sit. For the next three hours you’ll be flat on your back.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œI’m only joking, honey, don’t you know that?”
    She fits and buckles on the other shoe then stands back with legs astride astride astride and hands on hips like an artist considering an unfinished painting. Superb now stands higher on tiptoe than she ever imagined possible, legspressed tight together, terrified of falling. Her calves ache, she wails softly, “This hurts!”
    45 HERE COMES THE BOSS  
    â€œThe effect is worth it. You look irresistible. But you don’t need that .”
    Big Momma reaches forward, strips off the skirt and casts it aside.
    â€œNor this either, I was mad to put you into it.”
    She tugs down and rips off the blouse, drops it, then embraces her gently and warmly, kissing her unresisting tearwet mouth and whispering, “Shoes and stockings, that’s all you’ll wear from now on. Unless the Doctor orders something different. O forgive me, honey, I don’t want to give you to any man atall.”
    And watching Superb with a look of sad longing she backs toward the desk, lifts the receiver and says into it, “Get me the boss,” and after a moment says, “She’s ready for you. Forget the identity parade. If you don’t come quick I’ll take her myself.”
    And as Momma puts the receiver down Superb is trembling.
    A strange thing is happening. In spite of the pain in her legs, the suspender-belt cutting her waist, the prickle of the tears drying on her cheeks, her body is aroused, she wants to open and be entered, grasped, held tight by, who is the boss? Who is coming?
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    Me. Not Max, Hollis or Charlie but me. This bed suddenly rises up like a magic carpet, soars through the ceiling, zooms out of the cone of the earth’s shadow into bright sunlight over the Atlantic and, California here I come! But just as the bed is descending on America it doesn’t. It suddenly stops still. The mattress widens and hardens into a floor, the floor of the gymnasium with a mat