That’s the position I woke up in; cuddled up behind a sexy young girl in panties and a red T-shirt, my arm draped over her. Rachael’s curly black ...air tickled my nose. Her small bottom pressed into my groin. And her scent had changed, now muted with a hint of warm sleepiness. It was, I thought, a perfume that could make millions if bottled.Dawn was just breaking, the sky turning from dark purple to navy blue. A cooling breeze wafted over me. Surprising myself, I lay quietly enjoying her. They wanted "bareback" service, which I normally won't do, but this time I knew that these guys were pretty safe and they knew that I was particular who I'd let do me. So I agreed to have unprotected sex with him and his friends.I arrived at Rob's place that Saturday evening at the specified time and Rob was outside waiting for me. I liked that he looked nervous because so was I. I had butterflies like monarchs fluttering in my stomach as I walked up the drive from my car. I noticed one of the. I gasped and then said quietly “ask me three times to do something Mother” I answered quickly. I just had to bat back the correct answer. I looked at Carla who had a hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide open, as though even she was shocked at the severity of the spank. Well, she hadn’t seen anything else I knew. “What happens if I do have to ask you a third time?” Mum asked. The strap was raised and brought down again. It was like this every time. Each question. In this way oral histories would be passed on as reliably as if they had been written down.Intermingled among the family stories were short stories involving humor and often with a moral. These were mainly for entertainment. After the conclusion of most new stories my sister, who was ten years older than me, would often ask, “When did that happen.” If it was a true or family story, an explanation occurred but if it was for entertainment the story teller would say, “It happened before we had.