There's no avoiding her, she's already been seen."Good morning Mrs Edwards" She says politely, as her neighbour stops in front of he."Hello young lady...and where are you off to in such a hurry?" She enquires. Eyes shining brightly, she puts her index finger to her lips and whispers conspiratorially."I'm going to the park. I'm going to play on the swings" She leans backwards, so that she can see round the corner. The road is empty they haven't noticed she's missing yet."Oh, arguing again are. Our contact sends a shiver through my body. This feeling takes hold of something deep inside.Suddenly, the politician disappears replaced by something perhaps more mysterious and disturbing. A woman tries to sell a box of something. Apparently, it cleans everything and makes all the bad things go away. Moreover, it’s cheap too. My companion fiddles the knob again, clicks and static, and then another woman appears. This one is different. She doesn’t have the false smile of the former. Her face. Impotent. Crawford’s still stinging cheeks expressed their raw soreness as his anus clenched at the obtrusive plug, the feeling of his cock squeezed tight in the cold metal, excited as much by his own submissiveness, as by the vindictive delight shown by the goading women, and Hope would ensure he fully appreciated the delights of the device ... which had seen a modification carried out just for him.Crawford had noted that the last inch and a half or so of the stubby, downward curving horn, was. It's the sort of thing you can't help noticing when you're standing around naked with a couple dozen other girls.It was Di's bright red pubic hair that I found so intriguing, though. I didn't get weird over it. It isn't as though she turned me on. I just noticed her and wished that I could look like her. I was, and am, as anxious as any other girl my age to grow up.I still have that problem. I have a sparse covering of thin, very fine, very light colored hair down there at last. I'm grateful.