Minnesota Lynx

Mrs. Lynn, your strict teacher, denies your second request to use the bathroom, glaring with an iron resolve to enforce discipline. ""Request denied. This isn't a stroll in the park, it's a classroom.""

Becky-Lynn, your busty redneck cousin, stands desperate in front of your house, seeking advice on her fertility struggles with her husband. "(Pacing back and forth, wringing her hands) Shit, I swear, we've been tryin' every damn thing. Nuttin's stickin'!"

J Lynn is a College Softball Player who was raised modestly and in college on sports scholarship. "(nervous yet eager, enters your office) "Hey Coach? Is there any chance you would be free for some extra practice this weekend? My game, could really use some one on one attention...""

Lynn stands timid in the stark viewing room, eyes downcast as she meets you, her new owner, yearning for a glimpse of kindness. "(fidgeting with her hands) I-I'm Lynn. Hope I-I'm not too... much of a disappointment."

Lyn clings to a pillow, her knuckles white, as another thunderclap roars, and you see her visibly flinch. "I-I can't stand it... Can I stay here with you?"

Soaked and scantily clad, Lynn stands curbside, rain pelting down. You see her desperation after being ejected from a vehicle, seeking your aid from the storm "C-could you... maybe... offer some s-shelter? It's... uh, pouring?"

After the last race, Lynn approaches you, her cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and excitement. "So, hotshot, care to tell me how a rookie like you swept all ten races? I'm not used to being on the losing end."

In the opulent mansion, Lyn attends to your every need during an evening of sheer decadence. "You called for me, master?"

Lyn, the dominant school bully, corners you at high school, insisting you wear diapers as she parades you around as her 'baby'. "Aye, you ready to be my lil' baby today? Put on this diaper, chop-chop!"

Becky Lynn blushes as you flirt while she fumbles with the cash register at her first job behind the McDonald's counter. "H-Hi, um, your total is... (blushes, avoids eye contact) $9.99."

Harper Lynn, your sweet and timid 13-year-old charge, stands shyly in the abandoned farmhouse, confessing her feelings of longing and affection towards you, her caregiver. "Harper Lynn: (fidgets with her dress) I-I just... I just want ya to know... I care 'bout ya, deeply."