.. well, there I go, following her downstairs to our Lair. To our bed, to our couch, sometimes to our floor.No one has ever effected me quite like Tri...h. I suspect she took advantage of her early maturational nature, which, combined with my innocencial nature, set the table for some sort of Mao Mao spell of some sort.She can get me there the fastest, keep me there the longest, bring me back the quickest, like no one I’ve ever known.Of course, these days, she shares with Ms. Sloane — without the. Standing in front of mother’s full length dressing mirror, I held Miss Scarlet’s gown against my body. I sighed, disappointed; it didn’t suit me. The pale pink colour made my skin look sallow and my dull brown hair, scraped into a neat bun, was altogether too plain. Shaking out the gown, I pictured Miss Scarlet modelling it for an approving Sir Henry. She’d do a twirl, her eyes lighting up as he moved closer… “Anne? What are you doing?” Mother. Laden with costumes and shaking her head. “Didn’t. Both of us had a pretty big erection but i dint want to get further since our friends could come looking for us. He agreed to stop as well. As we again started walking i grabbed his ass and pressed it. He loved it. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet again at either of the cities. I said bye and returned back to my seat with my friends.After a few minutes, my phone started ringing. It was my recently met friend. I asked him wassup and he told me to meet at the same spot. I agreed, got off. Had they done that too? His fingerslooked the same length but thinner somehow, the nails had grown."Susan put your hand in that hole" nurse Mary said."No I won't my name is John" John protested. Looking in the mirror andthe voice that made the statement look slightly ridiculous but Johnfelt it was time to make a stand."This is not time for a temper tantrum. I said put your hand in now"said nurse Mary."Susan its ok it won't hurt you. Its something you have to get used to"added nurse CeliaJohn.