" "You can come, but don't think for a moment I don't see right through you, horny boy." "Tim? Come with us? Please?" I thought about it, but I wasn't...in the mood. I said, "Thanks Joey. But I want to think a little more." "Suit yourself," Joey sighed. While I laid there, listening to Suzi giggling once in a while during their shower talk, I wondered if Joey had understood what I was trying to show him by making him a slave. As I suspected, Joey had learned enough about his own limited abilities. By the end of that summer holiday I had to be the most experienced lover going and all courtesy of my family, the only one who never touched me was my father and I think even he was tempted at times. Thank God I didn't have any other relatives!The new school was a mixed school, not only were there girls there some of the teachers were female as well and this really made life complicated for me, complicated and very tiring. How I made it through school at all is a miracle I have yet to work out.. ’ ‘I used to be exciting, too.’ ‘You’re still exciting to me.’ ‘But I stopped being exciting to me.’ ‘So you wanted to be a slut?’ ‘I want to be your slut.’ He heard passion in her voice, real yearning and emotion. ‘Tom, you don’t know how it felt to realize that I was holding back our sex. To know that it could be great, that it had been great, and now it wasn’t, and it was my fault.’ ‘I never asked…’ ‘I know, and you never would, you wonderful man. You loved me too much to ask me to change.. ‘You look beautiful!’ Jean exclaimed when she saw Glinda, transformed into a spectacular vision complete with snowflake earrings. ‘Thanks, so do you,’ Glinda replied, admiring the artful way Jean had done up her hair. ‘Have a cookie?’ Jean offered a tray of butter cookies shaped into bells and sleighs and things, topped with rich sugary sweet frosting. ‘They’re warm — freshly baked, too. I stole it right out of the kitchen,’ she whispered excitedly. Glinda laughed and took one. ‘They look.