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Subject: {ASSM} Taking Care {Uncle Grumbles} (Mg, gb, spank, oral, reluc, inc)
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Author: Uncle Grumbles

   Title: Taking Care Keywords: Mg, gb, spank, oral, reluc, inc

   [There are a few other codes I could have used, possibly even should
have used.  I've left them off mostly because I'm concerned that people
looking for stories with those codes will find this one disappointing. 
Here they are not major story elements, more like character prods.

   [Besides, they're spoilers.

   [As always, I live and post for feedback, good or bad, about any aspect
of this story.]

   v.  5.0-assm

   *********************************

   Greg's penis rose to attention as Cindy kissed and licked it.  His hands
clutched at her hair, and she responded to his silent demand by letting the
head slip between her lips.  Her tongue swirled around the treat as she
slurped it deep into her mouth.  He laughed in pleasure as she sucked while
slowly pulling her mouth away, then blew while taking his penis back in,
causing her lips to blubber around the shaft.

   Soon enough, he began to grunt, bucking with his orgasm.

   As always, when he was finished, Greg fell asleep immediately.  If she
were still in the room when he woke from his usual short nap, he'd want to
play some more, so she worked quickly, wiping her spit off the tiny sprout,
sprinkling fresh powder, and fastening a new diaper around her baby
brother. She lifted the side of the crib, and stood there watching him
breath for a moment.

   "Sandy, you know you aren't supposed to pester Greg."

   She squeaked and jumped back from the crib as if it were electrified.

   "Uncle Ralph!" Daddy always called her Cindy, but Uncle had several
names for her, some of them kind of mean.  As much as it irritated her,
she'd learned better than to whine.  "I, uh, just got home from school? 
And, and, thought I heard him crying?  So I, you know, I was just
checking?"

   Uncle Ralph leaned against the door frame and grinned his nasty grin. 
She liked Uncle Ralph, he was a lot more fun than Daddy, but he could get
angry, too.  And he teased her.  A lot.  Why was he even here?  He usually
only came on the weekends!

   "Uncle...please...please don't tell Daddy, OK?"

   "Don't tell him what, Sandbag?  That you were looking in on your baby
brother?"

   "I was...yeah.  I was just looking?  OK?"

   "As long as you were just looking, OK."

   "I was just looking.  I, uh, I have some homework?"

   She lifted her book bag.  Dad and Uncle Ralph had both shaken their
heads at the homework load of today's second graders.

   Uncle Ralph stepped aside.

   Shoulders sagging with relief, Cindy slinked past him.

   Whew!

   "Hold up there, Cinderbrick."

   His hand fell heavily on her head.

   "Tell me, Cindy," Oh no.  Calling her by her name was never good.  "Why
is there a diaper lying on the floor?  I changed him half an hour ago, and
I know I put the stinky in the can.  And, hey!  Lookie here!  This one's
not even wet!  Hm...."

   He leaned down to sniff her forehead.

   "Baby powder.  Hm.  Little girl, what have you been doing to your baby
brother?"

   Why oh why couldn't Uncle Ralph be as...as...stupid as Daddy?  Daddy
never noticed anything anymore.

   Uncle Ralph noticed everything.

   Tears started leaking out.

   "I...I didn't mean...Greggy likes...Please don't tell Daddy!"

   "Don't tell him what, Cindy?"

   "Please, can we go to...to my room?" she whispered.  "If he wakes up
now, he'll cry." Plus, it would give her a moment to think.

   He motioned her out of the master bedroom and across the hall.

   Her room was all pink froth, filled with dolls, stuffed animals, My
Little Pony memorabilia, and scattered girl clothes.  It was little, not
much more than a closet.  Daddy called it a dormer nook, and she like that;
it sounded cozy.  He and Uncle Ralph barely fit and didn't come in much. 
Uncle lifted her up by her waist and sat her on the bed.  He stooped over
her, hands behind his back.

   "Now, Cynthia Anne, what do you not want me to tell your Daddy?  You
know he and I tell each other everything.  I'd feel bad keeping secrets
from him."

   At hearing both her names, she burst out in full blown weeping.  Oh, she
was in trouble now!  Not even Daddy ever...She dropped her face in her
hands.

   Uncle Ralph squatted down to look up at her.  He put his hand on her
knee.

   "C'mon, Sandy girl, how bad can it be?  Your Dad and I both love you. 
Tell me what you've been doing, and between the three of us, we'll work
things out.  I don't see any harm done.  You might get punished for
disobeying orders, but it won't be anything terrible, nothing that will
hurt much for long.  You know that, being such a bad little girl who likes
to be punished so much."

   She let out a sobbing giggle.  Even when Mommy had done the spanking,
she had held Cindy on her lap and said things like that before starting.

   Uncle offered her a tissue.  Just like Mommy had.  Uncle knew the
routine, but she always had to ask Daddy.

   "You know, Uncle Ralph.  You saw, didn't you?"

   "Sandy, you need to tell me.  You know that.  That's the rule."

   "I...Greggy was crying."

   "Today?  Just now?"

   "No, it was, I don't know.  Awhile ago." Uncle Greg nodded.  "Daddy was
sitting in the car, the way he does when he doesn't want to be bothered."
Nod.  "I couldn't stop Greggy crying.  I...I don't pester him, I don't!  I
didn't mean to drop him that one time!  He peed on my dress and startled
me! But I know better now!  If he pees, he pees!  And it didn't hurt him
and...."

   "Shussh, there, little one.  I know you meant no harm, so does your
Daddy, but Cindy, you're just not big enough to carry him around, and you
know that."

   "But I don't...!"

   "But you don't hold him so much anymore, yes.  You do a good job
changing him when your Daddy can't and I'm not here, even though you're not
supposed to.  But you weren't changing him just now, were you?"

   "He was crying.  I don't like it when he cries.  Mommy would..." She
took a breath or two.  It was still hard to talk about Mommy.  "She'd pick
him up and carry him and sing to him." And to her too.  She really missed
Mommy's singing.  "But I'm not allowed to pick him up." Her face set at the
bitter unfairness of it all.  "And I can't sing like Mommy.  So...."

   "...So what?"

   "Um...so I, um, I thought if I kissed his pee-pee, he might like that?"

   He snorted.

   "And why would you think that?"

   "I was trying to tell you!  His diaper fell off.  Daddy doesn't work the
stickies right.  He was rubbing his little pee-pee and giggling.  And it
wasn't so little.  It stuck out!  It was so cute!  I just had to kiss it!
And he giggled some more!  So I kissed it again!  He really liked it!"

   She was enraptured by the memory, staring through the wall to Greggy's
crib.

   "I sorta just kept trying stuff?  Trying to make him giggle more?  One
day he started breathing really hard and got all stiff and shivery, and
then he fell asleep.  I was really worried, but then he woke up again and
was really, really happy!"

   She looked her Uncle in the eye.

   "I like making Greggy happy, Uncle Ralph.  He's too little to be sad
like Daddy and me, but he gets lonely.  I like kissing his pee-pee, too. 
Sometimes I wonder if..."

   He waited.  When she went on, it was in a whisper so quiet he could
barely hear it.

   "I wonder if I could teach him to kiss my jenny."

   She looked towards the wall again.

   "Was I bad?  I just want to make him happy.  It makes him go to sleep,
and he's always happy when he wakes up.  I was bad, though, wasn't I? 
Daddy never does that.  Mommy never did.  You don't do you?"

   He shook his head.  "Indeed not."

   "I'm sorry.  I won't do it anymore.  I knew it was bad.  I should't
have...But it made him so happy!  But it was bad.  I'm bad.  You have to
tell Daddy, don't you?  Am I gonna make Daddy sad again?"

   Cindy wished her Daddy would get mad like Uncle.  Instead he'd just
shake his head and say, "This saddens me, Cynthia.  I thought you knew
better." And then go sit in the car and forget to make dinner.

   "Cindy." Uh, oh.  "Cindy, I think you should stop kissing Greggy's
pee-pee.  I'll talk to your Dad, and make him understand Gregory needs to
be played with some more.  We can put him on the floor.  He's getting old
enough he's going to want to start crawling around, anyway.  And he's going
to start trying to talk, too.  That could be a problem with other people.
But I think if you start playing with him in other ways, he'll forget about
you kissing his pee-pee.  He'll probably want you to do it for a while, and
get crabby when you don't, but babies are easy to distract."

   He patted her knee and stood up.

   "Oh." Somehow, she was disappointed.  That was it?  She'd been afraid of
being discovered for weeks, all her life, it seemed, and now Uncle knew,
and that was it?

   "However."

   Oh fudge.  Here it comes.

   "You probably should be punished for lying to me.  Ah ah ah, don't make
it worse.  I think...five."

   Five wasn't so bad.

   They traded places.  She pulled off her panties and put herself across
his lap, clutching Miss Spanky Bear, the pink one Mommy had sewn a skirt on
around its knees, and a big red paw-shaped patch on Spanky's bottom.

   He lifted her skirt out of the way.  She tensed, waiting for the swat.

   Ow!  He startled her every time.  She always knew when Daddy was going
to swat, but never with Uncle.  And Uncle's hand stung so bad!

   Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!

   She gave a little shriek at each swat.  She jerked and wiggled, too. 
Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let her; they wanted her to lie still and count
out loud and say "Thank you!" after each swat.  Uncle didn't care if she
wiggled, because he held her down with his other hand so she couldn't get
away.  It was kinda nice not to have worry about that.  He didn't count out
loud himself, though, so sometimes he spanked more than he said he would.
But...

   But Daddy didn't rub her bottom when he was finished like Uncle did,
like he started to do now.

   "Sandy, there's something else.  You said you liked kissing Gregory's
pee-pee?"

   She nodded, not paying much attention.  It was almost worth it, getting
spanked by Uncle, his rubbing felt so good.

   "You seemed to be doing a good job of it."

   What?

   "I really should tell your Dad about that, Cindy.  Ah, no, you just lay
right there."

   He had his one hand clamped around her wrists, and the other pressing
her bottom down into his lap.

   "But I'll make a deal with you.  If you like, you can kiss my pee-pee,
my cock, Sandy, a man's big cock, and if you do a good job, not only will I
not tell your Daddy what a bad little girl you are, and make him sad, I'll
kiss your jenny, your kitty, your pussy, and make you feel as good as you
made Greggy feel, as good as you'll make me feel.  Stop trying to get
away!"

   Swat!

   "Yes or no, Sandbox."

   Swat!

   "What'll it be?"

   Swat!

   "Make your Daddy sad?"

   Swat!

   "Or make your pussy the happiest little pussy around?"

   Swat!  Swat!

   "Yes!"

   Swat!

   "Yes what?"

   Swat!

   "Yes I'll kiss your pee-"

   Swat!

   "Your cock!  I'll kiss your cock!" You had to pay attention to the words
Uncle used.

   "Good girl.  But I like spanking you, Sandy.  Did you know that?  I
think you really do like being spanked, too, sometimes.  You need to be a
bad girl more often if you want good spankings.  But I think this is enough
for now."

   He let go of her hands, and went back to rubbing.  Sore as she was, the
sting wasn't just on her bottom, it was...she didn't know.  She felt weird
in her tummy, under her belly button.  She was scared.  She didn't like
being spanked, she didn't!  But maybe....

   "If...if I let you spank me some more, do I still have to kiss...?"

   Swat!

   "'Let me spank you'?  Let me?  You think you can stop me?"

   Swat!

   He swung her off his lap and stood her between his legs.  The heat from
her bottom was starting to feel really weird.  She had a funny ache between
her legs.  She squeezed them together, twisting like she had to pee.  She
didn't, this was different, but almost.

   "I want you to kiss my cock, Sandy.  I want you to kiss it and lick it
and suck it, just like you do Greggy's.  And I think you want to suck my
cock, don't you?  You just need me to tell you to do it!  So suck my cock,
Sandy bad girl.  Get down on your knees, and be a good little cock sucker.
Because that's what you want to be, isn't it?"

   Yuck!  "Cock sucker" sounded so nasty!

   "NO!  No I don't!"

   "Tell the truth.  Say it!"

   She shook her head.  She was crying.  Her face felt as hot as her
bottom. To her horror, she found she was staring at Uncle's zipper.  It
looked swollen.  She'd seen Daddy's pee- penis by accident in the bathroom,
and knew it was lots bigger than Greggy's, but all swollen up it must be
huge!

   Uncle grabbed her chin, and made her look up at him.

   "Say you want to suck my cock."

   "No?  No.  I don't want...  Spank me, please, just spank me all you
want, but..."

   He laughed in her face.  "No spankies.  You like that too much."

   She could only shake her head.

   Uncle Ralph sighed, and threw his hands up.

   "Oh, never mind.  I won't even tell your Dad.  And here I thought you
were a big...oh, forget it.  Just forget the whole thing.  Suck a baby's
peanut, if that's all you can take."

   He stepped over her to the door.  Stepped over her like she was just
some trash in the way.

   She'd never felt so stupid in her life.  So little.  So useless.

   "I want...I..."

   "Sorry, baby girl, I didn't hear that.  Look at me if you want
something. A coloring book?  A story?  A bottle?  What?  I don't have time
for any of that baby crap."

   "I want to...  I want to suck your c-cock."

   "You want to be a cock sucker?"

   "I want -" I am a cock sucker!" Of course she was!  That's why she was
in trouble!

   "You think so, huh?  After sucking that itty bitty noodle?  You think
you can suck a real cock?  You want to?"

   "I can, I want to suck your cock." no i don't no i don't no i don't...

   "I don't know..." He studied her face.  "Nah, never mind.  You're just
saying that so I won't squeal on you to your Daddy.  MAybe when you grow
up."

   He started to go again.

   "Please!" She darted around to block him.  With her arms around his
legs, she pressed her face against his zipper, against the swelling there.
Against his cock.  She could feel it stirring.

   "Please what?  Don't waste my time, baby girl."

   "Please I want to be a big cock sucker."

   Why she was saying that?  She didn't want that at all, did she?  But she
didn't want Daddy to be sad, either!  She felt dizzy, sick.  She couldn't
think straight!

   Uncle kicked her out of the way, more or less gently, like she did when
the cat got underfoot.

   "Okay, okay.  Sheesh.  Let me sit down.  Damn kid.  Make up your mind.
Yes no yes no.  Okay.  You want this, prove it.  Unbutton your blouse for
me."

   "What?"

   "Your blouse, Cinderblock.  Open your blouse.  Show me your nippies...."

   She undid her blouse.  It was hard to work the buttons.

   When she got it halfway down, Uncle rolled a nippy between thumb and
finger.  Her other nippy felt weird, even though he hadn't touched it.  Her
nippies were both all swollen and tender and red.  Her whole chest was red.
She'd never seen her nippies get big before.

   "Good enough, I guess.  I'd prefer real tits, but I'll settle."

   She couldn't stop crying.

   "On your knees, silly little girl.  Undo my pants."

   She could barely bend her fingers, she was so scared.  And she couldn't
see through the tears.  Finally, he slapped her hands away and stood up
again.

   "You're going to have to do better than that, but just this once, just
to get on with it...."

   His pants dropped to the floor around his ankles.  She didn't notice how
silly he looked, because she had something else to stare at.

   "I know, I know.  Too big to fit in your little baby mouth without you
cutting it on your little baby teeth." He sat down again.  "We'll just have
to do what we can.  Any time, Sandbox.  Suck away."

   It didn't just stick out, it stuck up, almost straight up, sprouting
from a thick nest of coarse curly hair.  It was dark, with a big purplish
knob on the end.

   It smelled.  Not a bad smell, but...

   Uncle tugged her head forward.

   "You want to be a cock sucker, you need to, you know, actually suck
cock. No points for being a cock looker."

   She touched it, but jerked her hand back when it wobbled and throbbed.
He grabbed her wrist.

   "Go ahead, Sandy.  Put your hand around it.  I like that...  Good.  Now
kiss it."

   She kissed her Uncle Ralph's big purple cock.  His hands clenched in her
hair.  She was still leaking tears.

   She put her tongue out, licked the very tip, right on the little pee
hole.

   "Good girl.  Lick it some more."

   She licked the knob.  It tasted sweaty, salty.  There was a drop of
clear stuff coming out.  It wasn't pee, at least.  Okay.  She could do
this. She licked her lips.

   She opened her mouth as wide as she could and put her lips around the
knob.  It was too big to fit all the way in, just like he'd said.  Instead,
she pushed her tongue against it, worked her lips around and around.

   He sucked in air.  She stopped crying.  She must be doing it right, she
thought.  Uncle's cock was, well, it was...

   It had a taste, a man taste, not a baby taste of powder and soap.  It
smelled, too.  It should have been a bad smell, it was a bad smell, but not
exactly.  Greggy's cock was so little she couldn't do much with it, but
Uncle's was so big she could do different things in different places.  She
wished she could get it into her mouth.  Instead, she lifted it up, flat
against his belly, and kissed it from top to bottom, giving it a little
lick at each kiss.  When she got to the bottom, she started back up again,
not kissing, just wagging her tongue back and forth.  When she got to the
place where the knob swelled out, Uncle Ralph actually moaned and pulled
back a little.  No you don't, she thought, and attacked the spot with lips
and tongue.

   Uncle's cock was more fun than Greggy's.  Why had she been so scared?

   "Oh, yes.  Holy shit, naughty girl, your little brother taught you
well!"

   Her free hand started rubbing a nipple.  Wow, that felt really good. 
She rubbed the other one.  Good, but not enough.  But what could she do?

   She started sucking and licking the knob again.

   She needed to pee.  Well, no.  But wow, yeah, something.  She dropped a
hand between her thighs, rucked up her skirt, and started pressing her
jenny.

   Oh.  Oh, that felt good.  She rubbed her palm against her jenny harder.

   "Ow!"

   Uncle was yanking her hair.

   "Stop that!  Petting that pussy and making it purr is my job, you keep
your hands off it!  You just concentrate on my cock!"

   "Butmphg!" Uncle's cock blocked her protest.

   "Wait your turn.  Rub your nippies if you want.  Just remember what
you're here for...That's better.  Oooh, yeah."

   As she swirled her tongue around the tip, his hands relaxed in her hair.

   Her one nipple was so lonely...she let go of his cock to cross her hands
over her chest and rub both at the same time.  Unk's cock bounced free, and
she followed it with her mouth until her lips trapped it again.  She closed
her eyes in bliss.  Every time it popped out of her mouth, she nuzzled her
face against it, first one side, then the other, then caught it again.

   "You love the cock, don't you?"

   Whatever.  She nodded, rubbing her face with it, catching it in her
mouth, letting it go, licking it up and down.

   "You are a good little cock sucker, Sandy."

   She was moaning, and Ralph felt the vibrations.

   "Gonna...gonna cum now.  Stuff...jizz...  is gonna...gonna squirt out my
cock.  Not pee.  Catch it, in your mouth, much as you can...  Holy Jesus
fuck, you are hot, a hot little slurper! ...but don't swallow till I say.
Got it?"

   "hmhm"

   "God girl, work the tip now.  Come on, both hands on the shaft. 
Swirl...oh yeah, oh god, sweet, sweet little cunt mouth...gonna
squirt....gonna squirt...Unh!  Unh!"

   A thick salty gob shot into her mouth.  She almost gagged, took another
shot, then had to pull away.  The stuff squirted out of Uncle's pee hole,
hot white slime spurting on to her face.  Her tiny fingers milked his cock,
and her mouth tried to catch as much as it could.

   As it stopped coming out, his cock softened in her hands.

   "Show me your mouth....Open wide.  Stick out your tongue...Oh, yeah. 
It's always polite to show your lover his jizz.  Okay, swallow....  Now
show me again...Good girl, Cindy!  Cindy the big girl.  Cindy Sugarlips. 
Sweet Cindy the cock kisser.  Cindy the tasty slurp.  Cute little Cindy the
jizz licker.  Sexy Cindy cunt mouth.  Cindy the hottest little cock sucker
in town."

   He petted her hair and patted her cheek.  She glowed; Uncle Ralph never
called her Cindy when praising her.  He might as well have been squirting
cocaine directly into her pleasure centers.  She mewled and purred, rubbing
his slime all over her face with his cock, licking the last few dribbles
from his pee hole.  Did she have a pee hole?  She must have; her pee didn't
spray out of her whole jenny.  What would it feel like if he licked her pee
hole?  Would jizz squirt out of it?  Uncle fell back on the bed.  She
climbed in to snuggle against him.  He'd fallen asleep, just like Greggy,
she thought, but then his hand patted her bottom and stayed there.  She
wiggled her bottom against his hand and played with his cock hair.

   Her mouth tingled.  Her nippies tingled.  Her bottom stung.  Her jenny
ached, but in a really nice way.

   She wanted something between her legs.  Tempted as she was to rub
herself, she'd learned the hard way that Uncle always knew when she broke a
rule, even if she wasn't lying right next to him.  When he woke up, it
would be her turn.  She'd wait.

   But when he roused, he was Daddy again.  He didn't even see her as he
dragged out of the room and down the stairs.  A moment later, she heard the
car door slam in the garage under her nook.

   She cried a bit more as she cleaned her face off and got dressed in
after-school clothes.  Oh, Daddy, why can't you be Uncle Ralph all the
time? No, that wasn't what she wanted.  She wanted her Daddy back, all of
him, good and bad, the way he was before he'd fought with Mommy and Uncle
Ralph and they'd died in that car crash.  Daddy didn't like anything after
that.  Uncle Ralph didn't like much, but he really liked it when she sucked
his cock.  Maybe Daddy would too.  Yeah.  Greggy liked it.  Uncle liked it.
She liked doing it, she was good at it.  Daddy would like it.  Her tears
dried as her resolve to suck her Daddy's cock grew.  Maybe, she thought, if
she sucked Daddy's cock he'd get to be just a little like Uncle Ralph.

   She really did have to pee now.  As she sat on the toilet, she thought,
Uncle Ralph knew what she really wanted, sometimes more than she did. 
Maybe she knew what Daddy wanted more than he did.

   It felt really, really good to pee.  It made her remember she hadn't
gotten her turn.  She wriggled on the seat.  Just a little rub?  No.  She'd
wait until Uncle or Daddy could do it.

   She'd make Daddy remember to let her have her turn, too.  Then Uncle
wouldn't be able to get away like that.

   She dabbed at her jenny, careful not to rub.  Then she went downstairs
to nuke a frozen lasagna for herself.  Daddy would have to make his own,
she decided.  He was supposed to take care of her, and he wouldn't even
take care of himself.

   She was gonna take care of his cock.  He was gonna take care of her
jenny.  Or Uncle would.  And if nobody else would, she'd spread chocolate
pudding on her jenny and Greggy would.

   The lasagna was really good.  She broke a rule and treated herself to a
coke.

   There were cocks to be sucked, and she was the hottest little cock
sucker in town.

   Things were going to be different around here from now on.

   Because there was a jenny to be licked, too, and it was her turn.

   ******

   Author's story notes:

   There's obviously at least one more chapter here, but I don't think I
have anything like the writing chops to pull it off.  I've got a couple of
other big projects to finish up, then I might revisit this one.

   What follows are backstory notes, stuff I knew about my characters that
didn't make it into the story.  It might, though, for the next chapter.  So
these are potential spoilers here, of a kind, although not for the story
itself.  I'm providing these because I may never write the next chapter.

   spoiler 05

   spoiler 04

   spoiler 03

   spoiler 02

   spoiler 01

   spoiler 00

   You may have realized Cindy's Mom was cheating with Cindy's real Uncle
Ralph because Daddy was a classic nice guy who couldn't stand up for
himself; his big brother Ralph was more than a bit of a rogue, but knew how
to lead.  The fight was Mommy telling Daddy she wanted a divorce.  One of
the strongest signs of her discontent was refusing to fix her husband
dinner, yet the affair was a complete surprise to him when she announced
it. Ralph was a bit surprised by the announcement himself.  Cindy has no
clue about the affair, nor that her Mommy wanted to leave Daddy.  It is not
my plan to reveal that to her.

   It was a single car accident, by the way.  No alcohol or drugs involved.
Ralph was an excellent driver, but apparently missed his exit, the first
exit after the entrance ramp.  Skid mark analysis supports an eyewitness
account that the car was jinking wildly on approach.  The two lovers
routinely disdained seatbelts.

   Not at all incidentally, Mommy went by her middle name, Marie.  Her
first name was Virginia, yet she was the one who taught Cynthia to call her
vagina a "jenny".  Cindy is as yet unaware of the etymology.  Her Daddy
certainly knew, but totally missed what it meant about darling wifey's self
image.  He thought it was just another one of her embarrassing little
jokes.

   When I wrote "self-image" in an early draft of this note, I thought I
meant that Marie had low self-esteem.  Far from it, I've realized.  She was
proud of what she had and what she was.

   I have no idea what Cindy's Daddy's name is.  Everybody else has a name,
but Daddy is just...Daddy.  I think he needs to earn a name.

   And, yeah, Marie's mother wasn't exactly the good Catholic she played at
being, either.

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