-Marie Deanna Rose-
"Stand up straight, dear, your no hooligan," I said to Eve as I lead her down the hall. She was turning out very nicely. No flaws whatsoever. As of now, she was the only one I let out periodically. The others sadly didn't have the temperament or control to be let out yet.
"Madam-"
"Oh dear, don't call me that. Call me, Mother." I turned and caressed her cheek. Her skin was as soft as a baby's bottom.
"Sorry, Mother, where are we going?" She asked.
"Well, I thought we would have a little test run. See, I need to speak with my son, but I assume we aren't on speaking terms as of now, so, you my dear, are going to be my messenger." I said.
"Yes, Mother." She replied. I loved how she never argued; she was a good girl. She always does what I tell her. Even if it were gr
