. her... field of expertise was with children. You see, when a young child is... gifted... in some form of psychic ability, he or she tends to be very...lonely, sad, confused. We are different, and we FEEL that difference very acutely. Some of us MUST be slaves, for without a Master, our powers turn inward and drive us insane. Others are wildly independent. Auntie helped us, comforted us, taught us how to use our gifts; but also how to shield our abilities from others. She helped us cope. I lived. " His stare was intense as he sat with his knees slightly apart. Victoria was expecting him to put her over them when he stood and went to a cabinet and fished out a small white bundle and handed it to her. She recognised her silk knickers instantly and gave him a quizzical look. "You will go to your room after dinner and dress as a Lady. You will wear those and the silk stockings under the petticoats and dress you wore in the Principal's office. Do you understand?" She nodded silently. "I will. When I looked back, there was only a blank wall where thestore had been. And as I left the corridor under the escalator, thecorridor too disappeared. The paper bag in my hand, heavy with the largeclock, was still there. Well, if the store were gone, the wizard, ifthat's what he was, wouldn't be notifying the prosecutor or police. Iwondered if he could be right in his assessment that by tomorrow, Iwould be on an irreversible course towards a life in prison.I made my way to my car, put the clock. I fell asleep again, only waking momentarily with a sharp pain in my anus, I was face down and remember looking at the clock, he had been fucking me for nigh on two hours, the pain abated and I fell asleep again, as he continued to sodomize me. I awoke with a banging on my door, it was my mother enquiring if I was going down to breakfast, I was naked and cold, and hurting from every orifice in my body.I remembered clearly what had transpired, my fathers friend had taken advantage of me, as I.