" He whispered. That was when he kissed me. * Her lips tasted like blueberries and fresh mint. They were as soft and white, fleshly made, Indian silk....How long I had waited to taste those lips. I twirled her hair in my fingers and sat her on the table. I gave her a glass of the wine my dad had given me on my 18th birthday, 2 years ago. He says to use it on a very special occasion. And right here, right now, I couldn't think of anything more special. We drank our wine in silence. Not the awkward. As Martin came to rest again he knew that it was a shoe with an impossibly high heel. He was no longer on tiptoe but resting on a high, spiked heel. The same happened to the other foot and then he felt his arms begin to drop until they were at his side. The relief from the strain was wonderful but again rebellion reared its head as he tried to shake the shoes off and his hands felt for the laces on the corset, but they had been tied behind him and he could not get at them. Still he flailed. In her hands she held a mop. While Zoa had undressed the child had washed the, already spotless floor, between the entrance and where Zoa was. ‘I’ll do it,’ said Zoa, wondering about the fuss. Her boots had been clean, she hadn’t left footprints on the floor. Zoa put her clothes in the box. The child put a lid on the box. Zoa could have sworn she heard the little girl breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe the whole washing thing wasn’t a matter of old perverts getting a chance to sneak-peak at young. If such things are illegal in your area,stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professionalcounseling, immediately.*** *** ***Part 1Chapter One: A Cheating HeartThis story began on a day like so many others for the Miller family.Twelve year-old Joe sat at his place in the dining room, absentlypicking at his rapidly cooling breakfast. In the family room, hismother and father were arguing again. He didn't quite understandeverything they were saying to each other, but much of.