"Well, well, What have we here? Little Billy Wilson." he said in a sing song kind of voice. " You know this bathroom is off limits to nerds like you!"..."Come on Johnny." Billy responded. "I just came in for a second." Johnny pushed Billy to the side and into the bathroom stall door. The three of them laughed. "Hey," the second one yelled "What's this?" He picked up the cologne bottle and looked at the label. " It's some French sissy perfume." Johnny took it from him opened it and sniffed the. I smelt her still-damp hair and put my arm around her."Thanks for putting up with me," she said, her voice soft and genuine. "I know I can be a pain sometimes. I just wish my parents were more like your mum." I stayed silent for a few moments and let her continue. "My mum would go bananas if she could see us now. Your mum just doesn't care."I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. "She does care, and didn't just let me do what I want. She said we could share a bed if we could and do face up to all. ..With regards to the actual punishment there wa s often a short pause before (normally my mother) explaining or more lecturing me about how my behaviour hadn’t been acceptable and although there had been ample opportunities to address this over time I needed to learn a lesson. With this over the beating would follow shortly afterwards with my mother whacking my bottom usually 6 times although sometimes this would increase to 10.After a short period my father would then add this was a lesson to. Taking her by the hand I said "Let's go for a swim". We walked hand in hand to the edge of the surf until we stood knee deep in the incoming surf."Feel the freedom?" I asked her."Hmmm ... yes ... if I wasn't so nervous" she added.We stepped further into the surf to frolick and play for the next 30 minutes. With our playing we had moved northwards in the surf, so when we came out of the surf we had to walk about 100 metres back to our shade and towels.Hand in hand we walked back past a couple.