Just Too Weak, Pt 9: Emancipation




Following Richie's initiation, he became his girlfriend's little toy. The
power of the rituals and trances that they put him through that night had made
his cock belong entirely to Bonnie. He got hard when she told him to, and he
discovered that if she told him he couldn't get hard, he stayed as limp as a
noodle no matter what they did. Bonnie liked to play with that, and she would
come up to him and school and tell him to be hard. His 10" cock was not easy
to conceal, and at least once he knew that the girls in the library had seen
his erection. There was little attempt made to hide their status #^#" she the
boss, he the soft pet. This arrangement was becoming second nature to Richie
#^#" he loved to feel like a slip of cloth draped over his girl's hard arm, or
a little dolly in her hands. They contrived to spend a lot of time together.
The Taylor mansion was always open to them, and Richie started to spend many
evenings having #^#^#sleep-overs' with some of the high school kids under Mrs
Taylor's responsible supervision. These gatherings were sometimes just a
chance for the young lovers to play, but sometimes Karen brought her trained
boy Jeff, and Thom the senior-year track star would come as the boy of big
red-headed Lois, a swimmer from a girl's school nearby. Richie's old friend
Karen had continued to train hard, and now had a well-defined physique,
obviously out-muscling her artist boyfriend. Lois stood 6'1" tall, and her
shoulders and chest made Thom's look tiny.

They really did do sleep-over things, board games, long talks, making out, and
if anyone had asked, they had all gone to separate bedrooms for the night. In
fact the Taylor house allowed the girls
to have their way with the boys. Rules were different there, and if two girls
wanted you, you said "yes ma'am" and tried your best. Bonnie liked to wrap
Richie in her long, thick thighs, trapping his arms as he knelt before her
chair. She would hold him that way, back pressed against her pussy, for an
hour playing with his hair or his chest, while they all chatted. Karen still
liked to armwrestle, and she'd just laugh and laugh about how puny and soft
Richie's arms were.

The funny thing was, when they boys talked it was clear that they all loved
their strong girls, and loved being the weaker sex. It came to feel natural
when they got together. Thom was popular and handsome, and Jeff had a real
circle of friends among the arts and music crowd. That helped to keep Richie's
schooldays from becoming too strange #^#" he had a built-in clique. Richie did
laugh sometimes at their chat, " Karen's so mean #^#" She keeps making me
carry her big bookbag. It must weigh 60 pounds! I always end up begging her to
take it, then she ... " "My dad's scared of Lois now, since she moved those
stones for mom's garden," or "Bonnie's making me lose weight- she says I
should be thinner."

Richie did start to be the butt of giggling and smirking as the year
progressed. Bonnie did take some control of his diet, encouraging him to have
salads and nice little portions of meals. In the 6 weeks following their
joining, he lost 8 pounds, making his 6'1.5" frame drop under 150lbs. When
they were alone she often carried him around, easily supporting him on a big
hip with one arm. She forbade him to carry his own books, or to use the
weights in the gym. She would smile and kiss him and tell him it would just be
too pathetic to watch him try to lift. Her teammate Sheri spotted for her now,
the 5'6" power-lifter and shot putter, the only girl with a chance of keeping
up with Bonnie. Bonnie now stood a full 6'1" tall, and hard work had filled
out her arms to over 18". When they two of them walked down the hall, Richie
simply looked like a pussy next to Bonnie's athletic body. Bonnie had bought
him a new wardrobe, and he dressed in loose pastel shirts and tight jeans,
with boots that gave him an extra couple of inches. His long brown hair was
now half-way down his back, which had been his goal, but if he looked like a
rock star it was like David Bowie more than Mick Jagger. Next to his girl he
was visibly a weakling.

Three weeks before the end of school Bonnie led the track team to the Girl's
Championship victory, her shot-put and discus throws setting new state
records. She was given a full page in the yearbook, including a shot of Bonnie
flexing her right arm, cobblestone biceps peaked, while Richie gently squeezed
it, an expression of cartoon surprise on his face. Bonnie was feted at the
awards dinner, and Richie was her date, fitted in a slinky tux that made him
feel like a grown-up. They both giggled as they noticed that Bill Major, the
football player, was absent, though there were some unpleasant glares from
some of the guys on the squad for both Bonnie and Richie.

In fact in the last weeks of school there was trouble. Richie got his face
marked up by some jocks, and Bonnie broke a senior's arm. An attempted rape in
a locker room was hushed up, mainly because of what the track girls did to the
boy. Richie became the target of fights, and reports were made in the
Principal's office. If Bonnie had not been in such good graces she would have
been expelled before end of term, and possibly Richie with her. However,
Bonnie's family had pull in town, and other arrangements were being made.

Richie and Bonnie were making out in her room on a Saturday evening. Once
again Richie was sleeping over, though his father had begun to complain about
his frequent absence, his Mom just kept encouraging him to go along with his
rich, pretty girlfriend. She had finished fucking him an hour ago, and
finishing him meant that she had worked him through three orgasms, until his
cock was a helpless piece of mush. The final time he had come without her
permission, the feel of her huge muscles, her arms like pulsing stone pillars
as she slammed him pushing him over the top. He had broken the rule, and so
she turned him over her knee and spanked his bony little bottom until he cried
and begged. Now she was playing with him.

"Here we are Richie, since you can't keep your cock hard, we'll just make you
nice and pretty." Bonnie had taken to making him up with eyeliner, blush and
lipstick whenever he couldn't get hard for her. She never made it fun. Now he
was kneeling before her, her body covered in a silken kimono as she worked on
his tear-streaked face. She applied plenty of eye make-up, blush on his high
cheekbones, and bright red lip gloss on his full lips. She brushed his long
hair and pulled it to one side, making a pretty sweep with a red ribbon and a
bow. She stood, wearing her 5" dancer's heels, and pulled him to his feet.
6'6" in her heels, she stood turned him to face the big mirror and stood
behind him. She kissed his neck, and reached around to rub lipstick on his
nipples. She trapped his chest and pressed him to her, looked in the mirror
and smiled.

"Look how pretty you are, dolly," she cooed, and Richie saw that she had
actually made his face look like a pretty girl's. His eyes looked wide and
blue, his skin soft, his lips inviting, even to him. Bonnie's wide shoulders
and hips were visible behind him, and she pulled his head back to kiss him
firmly. She pressed his back to her bosom as she kissed him for a minute. Her
big hand reached between his legs, fondling his limp package and then pressed
a finger hard against his perineum, making him gasp. She massaged his cock and
balls, but his thick, soft meat didn't stir.

"That's pathetic, honey. You're just buttery soft and worthless. C'mon, dolly,
let's go for a walk, we have something to talk about." Bonnie lifted him
easily onto her silk-covered hip, still naked, one hand supporting his little
butt. It was about 11 in the evening, and there was no activity in the halls
of the Taylor house, servants having gone for the day. She carried him easily
through the halls, letting him kiss her neck and cling to her hard arm.

"I love how little and weak you are, baby," she said softly, pressing his
slight form against her, "You're my pretty dolly, aren't you?"

"Yes Bonnie," he said, cheek pressed to her thick shoulder. "Please protect
me, Bonnie, I'm sorry I'm not hard ... please don't give me ... "

"SShhh, little one," Bonnie chuckled as she turned a corner and came to a big
oaken wall with a thick, bronze-fitted door. She turned the big knob with what
seemed a degree of effort, and carried Richie into a big study, furnished in
wood and brocade. At one end of the room was a huge desk of dark wood, shelves
and cupboards, with an equally large wingback desk chair before it. Low golden
light came from a desk lamp. At the sound of Bonnie's solid footsteps the
chair turned on its swivel to reveal Sally Taylor. Her hair was loose, face a
little lined in the lamplight, but still beautiful. Bonnie's big red-headed
mom was dressed in a black silk negligee, simple and without lace, sleeveless
and revealing perhaps half of her big bosom, though one side was pulled down
to release her breast. Bonnie's father sat in her lap, curled in her arms, his
lips busy on one big breast.

When Sally saw her daughter and Richie enter, she patted her husband on the
ass and spoke quietly to him, and he stood up, naked, his thick 8" cock
bobbing in the air. She quickly lifted her fist in a flex, and her husband
pressed his cheek to her fist and kissed it. Richie had seen this before
between them #^#" it seemed to be their little gesture of love. The older man
marched quickly out of the room by a door behind the desk.

"Hello mother," Bonnie said quietly, easily shifting Richie to cradle him in
her arms.

"Hello Bonnie, what brings you here at this hour? Hello Richie."

"Hello Mrs Taylor," he said, blushing bright.

"You're very pretty tonight, Richie. Why is your cock soft, though?" Sally
sounded disgusted when she said #^#^#soft', and her pretty lips curled in a
sneer.

"Bonnie made me come too many times, Mrs Taylor," Richie said, submissively.
He knew that questions were seldom rhetorical, and he got in less trouble if
he just told the truth.

"She did? And did she spank your puny little ass for being such a pussy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And did she make you up like a pretty little girl, so we'd know you're too
weak to be a man?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's nice. Of course my daughter's pussy is stronger than any man, but you
have to learn, Richie. Now come here to Sally."

"See, mom," Bonnie said, "I hoped you could help. I fucked him three times
since last night, and every time he's come hard. I do love seeing his little
body quiver when he comes and, really, I kind of encouraged him but now he's
just limp, and it's making me mad!"

Richie had sauntered over to Mrs Taylor, excitement rising in him to be near
her big body. She was built much like her younger daughter #^#" wide and
thick, with a chest as deep as a barrel, and c-cup breasts on it. Bonnie was
actually more like her now that she'd been lifting hard #^#" Sally was ripped
and veiny, though she carried some weight in her ass and thighs. Her arms were
bursting with striated, veined muscle, biceps and shoulders like a rugged pile
of rocks. Her bosom was still round and full despite her 48 years, and her
waist was both slender and oaken-hard. Her long red hair was presently pulled
back severely into a tight ponytail, making her green eyes seem wide and
shining in the mellow light of the den. She put a hand out and drew Richie to
her, kissing him on the lips.

"Such pretty lips, baby," she purred, "such pretty hair. You're so sweet and
soft, little dolly."

She ran her hands down his slender arms, pressing his wrists into his soft
waist and pulling him between her legs. She kissed him hard, then spun him
around and trapped his arms and body between her huge thighs, draped in the
black silk of the long dressing gown. She put her arms around him and began to
cup and knead his soft pecs.

"Oh well, Bonnie, men are just men after all. There's no way a little slip of
a thing like this is going to be able to resist you. All you can do is keep on
training him. Make him associate coming with pain and humiliation, as we've
said, and he'll just get better and better, but if you bear down on his pretty
cock he's going to blow. A pussy like yours or mine is like a pencil-sharpener
#^#" we just grind them down to nothing. You have to be a little gentle #^#"
just work your clit up and down his shaft, and not grip it too hard."

Sally was working Richie's pecs like a girl's breasts. His chest was soft and
a little rounded, anyway #^#" he had never worked his chest, and now it was as
soft and thin as when he was 13. She plumped one soft breast with one hand,
and worked on the nipple with the other, flicking and pinching it until Richie
started to whimper.

"See, dolly, that feels nice, doesn't it? Little pussies like having big
strong Sally play with their pretty tits."

She slid a hand down his belly and gathered his long soft meat and balls into
her hand, cupping his groin so that his manhood vanished into her hand,
pressed soft against his body between his legs.

"See how pretty he his, Bonnie? You could just make him a girl ... "

Richie cried "no!" and tried to struggle, but of course he was held fast in
Mrs. Taylor's iron legs and arms.

"If you don't want to be a girl, Richie, you have to have a cock. Why won't
you get hard when Bonnie tells you to?"

Richie began to cry, his pretty blue eyes welling quietly.

"I want to, Mrs. Taylor, but I'm just ... Bonnie, she's so ... "

"I know, little man, you're just so weak, she's so strong ... but you have to
be strong too, in your heart, or Bonnie will start being less gentle with
you."

Mrs Taylor had begun kneading and stroking his cock, still just mush in her
hand. She told Bonnie to come and stand in front of Richie, and begin
commanding him to get hard.

"Get hard, Richie. I mean it; I know you want my body, but you're worthless
without your cock."

Sally whispered in his ear, and told him he could feel her arms. She let him
pull his wrists from between her legs as she held him tight and stroked. He
wrapped long fingers around her forearms, squeezing the stony, veiny flesh,
muscles rippling lightly as she worked him.

Mrs Taylor changed the subject, a little, as she played with the boy.

"Do you want to come live with us Richie, and be Bonnie's little dolly? I know
you kids are in trouble at school #^#" wouldn't you like to be able to be her
man all the time?"

"But what about my parents, my house ... " he stuttered. He wasn't at all
against the idea of living in this land of luxury, but there seemed so many
obstacles.

"I've been talking to your mom, honey, and we can help them a lot, if they'll
sign your emancipation."

"Emancipation?" both young people said, making everyone laugh.

Sally explained emancipation #^#" a legal document making Richie a free adult
outside the legal control of his family, just as if he were 18. Rich would be
17 in a few weeks anyway, and Bonnie not long after. Mrs Taylor said that
Rich's mom, Betty Fielder, loved the idea of the big check that Sally had
offered, and it looked like Richie would be able to actually marry Bonnie if
he wanted.

To Rich, the little initiation ceremony they had put him through had made him
Bonnie's (and Sally's, and ... ) property. Marriage seemed redundant. He said
that of course he'd want to be with Bonnie all the time. Sally, said that it
was a done deal, then, and said, to Bonnie that they'd go to see Richie's
family the next day. As she talked, she had gathered Richie's wrists behind
him in one big hand, and now Bonnie could see that his cock was responding,
swelling in her mom's hand.

"That's it Richie," she said, "Get that pretty thing hard for me, get hard
when I tell you to get hard, you puny little man."

"Say #^#^#yes, Bonnie'," Sally told him, and he did, his cock now swelling
hard under the older woman's skilled hand.

"There you are, Bonnie," Sally said, squeezing the base of Richie's 10" cock
to make it pulse hard, "He's nice and hard again." She gave Richie a little
off-balance shove and he tumbled to the thick carpet at Bonnie's feet. Bonnie
squatted beside him and gathered him into her arms, cradling him as she stood
to her feet carrying his 150 pounds.

"Thanks mom!" Bonnie said, brightly, as she switched him to a one-armed carry
on her hip, his cock bouncing against her hard waist.

"You stay hard now Richie, and we'll be just fine. I'm going to take you home,
and get out that oil you like, and ... "

Sally Taylor smiled in satisfaction as she watched the teens leave the room,
then turned in her chair. She called her husband's name, and the door behind
the desk opened. The man returned, naked, his slender muscular body padding
across the carpet, cock bobbing.

"Get on your knees Danny #^#" I'm horny now. You were practicing sucking
before #^#" time for the real thing."

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

John Fielder sat comfortably in his easy chair, working on his fourth beer of
the evening. He had enjoyed the burger and fries his wife had made and had
done the dishes after, as always, and now he was getting a nice little buzz
going. If he was lucky, he'd get some from his wife later. In general, life
was pretty good for the 39-year-old graphic artist. He made a comfortable if
not impressive living, had a nice small home and a big TV. His wife was 10
years older than him but could pass for 5 years younger, and his son was smart
and good-looking, doing well in school except for the trouble that came with
his new girlfriend.

As of now his son hadn't been home for three days. His wife had been talking
with Sally Taylor, the mom of Rich's girlfriend #^#" something about some bad
fish, and the boy staying there overnight. John had, of course, seen Sally
around town. Her stature and bright red hair, not to mention her black
Cadillac sedan, made her difficult to miss.

Standing at his door not six feet from him she was a jaw-dropping sight.

John Fielder was 5'11" tall, and his wife, who came up behind him when she
heard the door open, was about 5'5". John was built a lot like his son #^#"
reedy and thin #^#" while his wife was broad and heavy, though not five pounds
heavier than the day they were married. Next to Sally Taylor they both looked
like children.

In modest heels Mrs Taylor stood 6'4" tall. She was dressed in a powder blue
silk blouse with a black skirt and sweater of expensive cut. Her hair was
pulled back severely into a single braid. The sweater clung to her figure
displaying an hourglass shaped that contrasted with her heavy arms and legs
and giant hips. John had wondered whether the big woman was merely fat. Now he
noticed the perfect flatness of her belly and the sculptured muscle of her
calves #^#" there didn't seem to anything but muscle there.

They all introduced themselves, and John was surprised to learn that his wife,
Betty, had known Sally Taylor in school. Betty had grown up here, while John
had been raised a couple of towns over. The two women greeted one another
warmly. Betty was a wide, heavy woman with a lovely face but stockier for her
height than Sally, round and voluptuous. John noted with some satisfaction
that his wife's bosom was every bit as big and round as the taller woman's.

When he was introduced Sally shook his hand firmly. Her hand was bigger than
his, hard and warm as she pressed his in a firm squeeze. She took his hand in
both of hers and gripped his wrist.

She said to his wife, "Robbed the cradle, eh?"

"Yeah, Johnnie was, what, 19?" she said, putting her arms around him from
behind. She gently removed his hand from Sally's and Sally noted that Mrs
Fielder's wrist and forearm were rather bigger than her husband's. "He was
such a pretty thing, and so talented, I just had to have him, didn't I
Johnnie?" Like father, like son, thought Sally.

John Fielder smiled as his wife led him to his chair, and said, "You sure came
after me, honey," as they sat down with her on the arm of the chair.

"Mrs Taylor has something to discuss with us, dear," she said, pulling his
hand to her broad thigh by the wrist. She gestured to another chair and Mrs
Taylor sat down. She opened her purse and took out an envelope, setting it on
a side table.

"Mr and Mrs Fielder," Sally began, "er ... John, Betty, I'm afraid we have a
bit of a problem. As you know our kids have become very close. We like your
Richie a lot, but this week we ... "

Just then they heard another car car door, and the front door opened, Rich and
Bonnie entering. Rich was wearing a black dress shirt and tan slacks while
Bonnie wore a pretty floral print dress, her long hair blonde and wavy. They
both looked hesitant and embarrassed. Both Sally and Mrs Fielder told them to
sit down and be quiet.

"As I was saying," Sally resumed, "we like Richie a great deal, but this week
I'm afraid we discovered that Rich and Bonnie have been having sexual
relations. I'm sorry to have to say that it seems my daughter has been
repeatedly raping your boy."

Mr Fielder shot to his feet, "Raping?? Wait ... she's raping him??"

His wife, looking grim but calm, took him by one arm and pulled him back down
into his chair, though he seemed to want to stand. He made a little noise and
rubbed his arm, but stayed sitting down.

"What do you mean," he went on," he's a big guy," he sputtered. Bonnie giggled
but Sally shushed her. Richie's face was bright red, but he held Bonnie's
hand. Richie started to speak, but his dad said, "You shut up, boy, since you
can't keep it in your pants."

John watched as Bonnie put an arm around Richie's shoulder and pulled him
against her. John's wife put a hand on his shoulder and he subsided.

"Mrs Taylor ... er, Sally," John Fielder began in a more reasonable tone,
"Richie is a tall, good looking kid, and he says that he's been going to the
gym. I can see why Bonnie would go for him, but it's hard to believe ... "

"Oh Jack," his wife interrupted, "Look at the two of them. Bonnie is a star
athlete in strength sports, and you know how slight and weak our Richie's
always been. She must be much stronger than him. Richie, tell me the truth,
has Bonnie been hurting you?"

"No mom," he said, "She just gets a little rough is all. She's so strong ... "

This caused a wave of giggling, first by Bonnie then by Rich, as she leaned
over to kiss him. Rich seemed to be squeezing Bonnie's arm as she made a
muscle.

"I must say, Sally," Rich's mom said, simply, "Richie doesn't seem like a rape
victim to me."

"Ah crap," Jack Fielder grumbled, "that girl wouldn't have to rape anyone #^#"
any guy would want her."

"Well, honey," Betty replied she stood up in front of her seated husband,
"some boys don't like it when some big strong girl holds them down and does
things to them whether they want it or not."

"Yeah," Bonnie piped up, "Richie's such a little sissy, he cried like a baby
the first time I ... "

"Bonnie," her mother cut her off.

"I was gonna say, the first time I spanked him," Bonnie finished.

"Spanked?!" John Fielder nearly shouted, getting to his feet. He stood nearly
a head taller than his wife, but to Sally's eye he looked pretty slight. His
bony shoulders and sunken chest looked puny next to his wife's thick body.
Betty's huge bosom made it hard to tell, but Sally guessed that the woman's
chest was half-again the size of her husband's. Sally's perceptions were
confirmed when Betty Fielder put one hand in the middle of her husband's chest
and shoved him effortlessly back into the easy chair, with a crash.

"Be quiet, Jack," she said, and then she turned and sat down on his lap,
pressing her wide butt into him, most of his body eclipsed by hers. The man
protested and tried to lift or push her off but was obviously unable to move
her. The heavy woman grabbed his flailing wrists and pulled his arms down
under her breasts. She clamped her upper arms to her side, trapping the man's
skinny arms against her well-padded ribs.

"OOoo, I haven't done this in years! This is one way I used to show my Jack
who's boss. You remember this, Richie?"

"I remember you two playing around and rassling ... " Richie said, his mind
starting to assemble images from his childhood.

His mom chuckled, and surprisingly, so did his dad. She said "Yes Richie #^#"
we rassled, and I always ended up making your dad say uncle, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you guys were just playing ... "

"We were playing, but your Dad can no more beat me than he could lift his car
with his cute little arms."

She got up and sat on the arm of the chair again, but she held on to Jack's
right wrist in her left hand.

"Dad's an artist, Richie, and I'm a farm girl who used to through hay bails
across the barn. He's never been as strong as me, and he isn't now. Are you
dear?"

John mumbled his answer, but Richie remembered that in his childhood it had
always been his mom who moved the furniture and opened the pickle jars, while
Dad set the table and ran the vacuum. It had all just seemed natural to him,
but now he understood a little better.

"So none of this should surprise you, John," she said to him, taking his hand
firmly in hers. "I raped my little Johnnie," her husband began to sputter
again, but Richie saw her quietly twist his arm, then take his hand the other
way, so that any more twisting would be painful. He shut up.

"I raped John on our second date."

"It's only rape if I didn't want it, my love," he said.

"That's right!" the two kids said together, then laughed.

"Oh sure, Johnnie," Betty replied, "You wanted me to push you around and tease
you in front of your little date. Remember how she laughed when I nearly broke
your arm at arm wrestling? After she called you a sissy and walked out did you
want me to drag you upstairs and shove you around until you begged me to
stop?"

Bonnie giggled, and the adults saw that she had head-locked Richie and was
kissing him and squeezing him.

Bonnie said, "Mom says things are always best when the men know who is in
charge. That's why it's good to be big and strong."

"Do you now?" Betty asked, looking at Sally sharply.

Sally smiled broadly and said "I surely do, Betty."

"Then we have similar philosophies, dear. The funny thing is that once Jack
became really afraid of me physically he started to get all excited, and that
got me all excited. It was so easy to throw him on the bed and undress his
skinny body."

"For twenty years," she continued, "John has handed over his paychecks while I
run the house. He does most of the housework now, since I've trained him #^#"
he knows better than to tell me no. I don't think he's been on top of me for
years; for Johnnie sex is lying on his skinny back while I pound away at him."

"Mom!" Richie said, while Bonnie giggled and Sally chuckled quietly. By now he
was gathered into Bonnie's lap, his arms restrained by one of her arms, as she
kissed and petted him. She had whispered to him to get hard, and now his pants
bulged with his thick cock.

"Now Richie," his mom said, standing up and releasing her husband's arm,
"You're a man now, thanks to this pretty girl. It's good for you to know that
even though you're puny and weak like your father, you can still have a happy
marriage with a woman who loves you very much. Isn't that right, Sally?"

"It surely is, Betty," the big woman said, smiling. "Richie has watched my
little man and I, and knows that we adore one another, too; and you two
obviously did a good job raising him #^#" he's bright and polite, and knows
his place. And that brings me to the real point of my visit."

Sally Taylor explained that by signing the formal documents she had brought,
Richie would become an emancipated minor, meaning he was free to handle his
own business and make his own choices. She told them that there would be no
worries, that Richie would marry Bonnie, and be under her control like any
good little boy, and that he would become part of the rich, influential Taylor
clan. In the end Rich's mom did all the talking, her husband submissively
signing where he was told, and Richie signing in the end. His mom gave him a
warm hug, assured him of their love and then kissed Bonnie and wished her good
luck. Mrs Taylor explained that Richie would be back for his things, but that
they had an appointment, and so they all left the Fielder house, Richie's hand
firmly held in Bonnie's steel fingers.

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After they had driven away, Betty Fielder turned to John, and smiled.

"Gee, this means the nest is empty, little sissy. I haven't called you that
for years, have I little sissy? But you know what, I don't think you're any
stronger than you were 20 years ago. I am though ... "