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Her grandmother Pamela Mc Mahon, 64, says to her in sign language: 'Can you sign Grandma? After a couple of tries the tot works out how to 'speak' with her hands as Pamela adds encouragingly: 'Yes, that's how you sign Grandma. 'Some parents teach their children a simplified form of sign language at a very early age so the youngsters can communicate their needs before they are able to speak.
It typically includes gestures for eating and drinking as well as others such as 'all done' and 'more'.
Interchangeability is a common advertising theme that reinforces the idea that women, like objects, are fungible.
And like objects, “more is better,” a market sentiment that erases the worth of individual women.
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Thankfully, I had already made good progress and could spare a little time for a well-deserved break. Every book, magazine or other piece of writing in the house had been in my hands at least two times. When mom thought she was alone again, I saw her tuck this small bundle away in one of the boxes with junk. ” she asked sarcastically, holding up a dog-eared booklet with big golden letters embossed on a faded pink front, clearly spelling the words ‘My Diary’. By the time our parents returned and mom called us for dinner, she was already halfway the first volume. I told her to forget about it, but of course she didn’t.
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The doctors had given her two months when they discovered the cancer that was slowly destroying her body, and that was just about as much as she got. After the funeral and the period of grieving, there remained the task of moving all of Nan's possessions out of her house and get it ready for sale. She just looked at me disapprovingly, not even dignifying herself with a reply. Sometimes five or six times.“ So much there wasn't much shocking news. The bell hadn't rung yet, so I stayed there and tickled my kitty a little longer.
Gathering, sorting and storing a lifetime's worth of possessions is a lot of work, and I decided to take a few days off from college to be with my family and help them as much as I could. I tried to laugh it off, successfully, so it seemed. It was such a relief to finally touch myself and I was just about to feel good when the bell rang.
My assistance was gladly accepted and mom had kept me occupied pretty much all of the time for the last two days. It was quite a bummer because I was so close, but I couldn't risk getting caught, so I cleaned up as well as I could and joined the others in class.” “This is so cute, imagine Nan, secretly fingering her pussy on that 1960’s school toilet! All I could imagine was the frail old woman I’d last seen, a few hours before her death. “It was so naughty to be naked under my skirt, but the cool air felt really nice on my damp kitty. Wilson had closed the drapes and was busy loading a film in the projector.
Today was a Saturday, which meant that dad didn't have to go to work and was helping mom instead. I saw her when I was bringing a bag of clothes to the garage. I was glad it was dark in the room, so I wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing up my skirt as I sat down.