"I don't rightly know, Mr. Huston. The only thing I got what might work is an old worn out bearing plate that y'all kin have fer a dime ifen y'all kin...use it. Give me a minute, an' I should be able ta find it."The smith came back a short time later with a piece of steel that was slightly dish shaped and about 1/8th of an inch thick. It was four inches in diameter, so it just might work. I sent Joe to pull my Remington from its scabbard and bring it in. I held the piece of steel to Joe's. I search his face for clues to his mood and find nothing. He watches me and knows my thoughts, sees my body vulnerable and available to him. I move my left hand to touch my face where he hit me and still he watches. I say nothing, not only from fear but from total lack of coherency. I can feel the throbbing of my ass, my thighs and my face where he has struck me. I cannot explain the rush of pleasure that begins to pulse through my body. I only know it is real and sometimes can be frightening.. ”I looked at her questioningly.“You’ll learn to spot them,” she said, with more confidence than I felt. “You already probably recognize a lot of them, but just don’t know it. But you also need to realize that if you’re seeing them, and you’re reading them correctly, most women will expect you to make the first move.”“They will?” I hoped I didn’t sound as incredulous as I actually was.“Yes, they will,” she said seriously. “And you need to realize this—with a few exceptions, most women aren’t. He slid his shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. I was in shock. His member was standing straight and proud. Slightly curved back towards his body. I was amazed.My first thought was, I'm so small. How is that ever going to fit inside of me? This made me wonder. Who said anything about that? Were we going to have sex? Did I want to? I had heard that if a girl teased a boy enough, that he had to have sex. Was that true? Is that what I was doing? I really didn't think I was ready to go.