” That was the beginning.That first time, I took off my blouse and skirt but left on my underwear. I walked around my room for a while doing little ...hings. Straightening pictures, fluffing the pillows, just things to look busy. I didn't want whoever was watching to know I knew. I put on my jeans and top and moved on with my afternoon.I actually forgot about my little stunt until later that night when we were both reading in bed. I told Ben, and at first I didn't understand, but it turned him. " Oh," I felt left out. I was really beginning to think of her as a bigsister in a lot of ways. Of course it would be lights out in two hoursand that meant we would have to be quiet when she got back. I had noidea where they held those classes. But I was sure it wasn't in thedorm.I lay on my bed in my pink Pinafore with my matching pretty ruffledpantys, one foot up in the air as I slowly went through Teen Vogue. Iwas picking through the articles on fashion wanting to expand. It was fascinating to me, and I wanted to ask her some questions about it."Joyce, you were right about your pussy, it's developed. How did that happen?" You mean how come I developed there, and still stayed little everywhere else?" I nodded that this was what I meant. "I don't really know why. It just happened like that. Maybe it was because of what happened to me. The doctor didn't say anything about it when he examined me. I started getting my periods about five months after those rapes. ”“They just use me for sex,” she explained.“I sort of guessed that,” he agreed.“Then they dump me” she added.“Why let guys use you?” he ventured.“I’m not gay,” she explained. “Right,” he agreed, “You seem nervous?”“I guess,” she agreed.“Am I making you nervous?” he asked.“Sure,” she agreed.“Waiting for me to make a move?” he asked.“Sure,” she agreed.“I just want to help you. listen to what’s worrying you,” he insisted.“Ok,” she replied.“So what’s worrying you?” he asked.“You haven’t made a move.