“James, I do love you. I just can’t be yours.”“So you’re just a fucking slut.” he declared in a sharp tone. I didn’t respond. “I see h...w it is now, you just want me for sex.”“James, that has been our relationship all along.” “So you don’t love me then!” James was becoming agitated now. I tried to assure him that I did love him also but in a sexual way, but that wasn’t enough for him. His young heart couldn’t differentiate between sex and true love. I should have seen this coming. “Fine, I get. He won’t notice anyway. He is always out with his mates or working in his study anyway. And I won’t risk your job. But I will test my control over you when your at work. And at other times as well. You will wear button up skirts and blouses for work.”“But I can’t go without a bra at work my girls will move around and people will see.”“I love that.” PJ laughed, “Your girls. Sounds much better than ‘your tits‘.”“No bra. No panties. No discussion.” Brian said, firmly.“Alright.” I submitted, “If. As the night drew in, they actually found a deserted cottage which seemed suitable for them to rest the night. This would be luxury compared to where they’d been sleeping the last few nights, even though it was in a very dilapidated state. Half the cottage was totally collapsed and less than half of its roof was in any sense intact. However, it kept the night chill away from the girls’ bare flesh: especially Buttercup who didn’t even have as much as a blouse to keep her warm. They made space. .”I gave my love a smile. “I can tell you’re heartbroken. Who was number two?”His face got more sober at this. “Ahh, Maria Mendez, she was my girl all through sophomore and junior years in high school. I guess I was sixteen, seventeen or so. She was the one who, well, you know, the blind leading the blind? Anyway, they redistricted the schools our senior year and she ended up in a different school. We didn’t have cars and there was no way to see each other. That was a little tougher than Linda.