She is in a bathrobe and my mind starts wondering, like 90% of the time, thinking of things that get me in trouble. I ask what the hell she is going ...o hang up in the hallway. She looks at me, weird silence moment and we talk about anything with each other. She grinds after a few seconds and says I will show you but first I have to do something. She goes in her bedroom and comes back a second later with a blindfold. I am very interested what these have to do with each other. she ask me to. I paced the empty house, straining to steel my defrosted mind over aflailing child's while desperately pondering a solution, and as my oldreflex mindlessly reached for the old ashtray on the mantle I startled ata plucked chord of memory and wild hope.#It felt eerie watching yourself on your shrink's office VCR, sitting primand stiff on the coach in my -- Miranda's -- most 'conservative' dresswhich was my -- 'her' -- seldom worn Sunday ensemble, your deep blueglassy gaze tracking Dr. Jain's. Her belly was exposed too and her cute little navel peeked out just above the elastic of her pink edged panties. The gentle curve of her vaginal swelling was smooth except for the slight indentation – low down, where her slit had found a way of teasing the cotton material inside it’s tiny opening. She was developing a juvenile camel toe.Mark gulped and stared as he always did when confronted with such beauty. Not wholly innocent beauty, but charming, thoughtful, caring and exciting beauty all. A high school boy didnt need to get his heart broken by a girl who knew way too much about sex for her own good. I wouldnt turn him into the monster my dad had turned me into. He didnt deserve it. The ride home was uneventful. Ricky kept asking me what was wrong, surprised that I had made us leave his apartment without even getting mine. There was worry laced in his words, a fact that made me feel even more guilty. Was it that I made you swallow? he asked. I laughed, because of all things to.