. what?" Oh, sorry. A misogynist, someone who hates women. I don't think I am one, because I don't have any desire to hurt women to whom I'm not attra...ted sexually. That is, if I hate women, I certainly don't hate all women. It has occurred to me, of course, that if I'm not sexually attracted to someone then I can't think of her as a woman, and then maybe the definition would apply again..." Huh?" I had lost her, musing aloud."Never mind. Anyway, I don't think I hate women; I don't even think I. Phil Slater, the director of Kidz-Home 332 smiled at Yip and winked. "Please sit, Kay," he said. Kay sat on the chair in front of Slater's desk and Slater sat back in his high-backed office chair behind his desk. Yip remained lounging against the wall. Slater spoke. "You reached the age of eighteen yesterday Kay, and as you know, now is the time you have to leave the home. We have arranged work and a place to stay in River town. You leave today, after your final medical exam." Kay replied,. "e;So are yours."e; she responded. "e;But that was only to be expected"e;"e;The challenge was that I could make your toes curl if I kissed you,"e; I insisted, quietly but firmly. "e;I did that. So now I want my prize."e;"e;Which is?"e;"e;Another kiss."e;"e;NO!"e; she remonstrated. "e;We're both girls! We can't mmmmMMMMmmmm."e; I pressed my lips on hers again, muffling her protests. Her bare body struggled and wriggled against me, but I hugged her forcefully and pinned her arms to her sides; and. To cum hard and long, hard enough to make her moan and scream if possible. One relatively mild orgasm, or trying to reach it, led her to think of Nate. It did help her cum, but it didn’t register on her mind really that she wanted to fuck him.That night at the campfire, there were some delicious drinks, quite a few delicious drinks. Nate and Lizzie were there, sharing stories of the past. Misti started looking at Nate as he was looking her over too. She recognized the look in his eyes. She had.