Would I be able to control myself?One day, I was out by the lake in the woods when Jessica Davis walked up to me. "Hey, Liz, can I talk to you?" she a...ked. That was the name I'd given myself.I turned to her. She was tall, hot, red curly haired girl with blue eyes and beautiful round boobs that I wanted to grab onto and squeeze. Today she was wearing a white t shirt and shorts and her nipples were showing. I winced and gulped as I felt the arousal awakening down in my groin. I was wearing biege. No one but a complete monster could have resisted the plea of such a sad, helpless little girl."Only if you give me good reason," was his reply.I had one good reason. "Because I will wet you if you don't!" I said.That seemed to convince him so he stopped and let me slide gently down onto my own two feet. My horrible hat had fallen off and been lost long ago.I imagined, from the look of surprise on his face, that he was seeing what I really looked like for the first time. He appeared to be. They rode about a mile away from the road and stopped to try to open the strong box.These were not the most intelligent bandits, since they failed to post a guard. There was a padlock on the hasp holding the lid closed. At least they were prepared for the lock, since they had brought files. The first one began work while the other two watched. They were intent on getting the strong box open, so they were not prepared when I walked up behind them.I came up to about 15 feet from them without them. My stomach rumbles with hunger and I decide to head back. I start to sprint down the drive way completely soaked to the bone. As I make it to the sidewalk, out of the corner of my eye I see my neighbor, Allison, waving at me from her front porch across the street. She is signaling me to come in. Desperate to get out of this watery hell, I run to her, hoping she will offer a ride to school. ‘Oh my God!’ she exclaims. ‘Matt!! You’re completely soaked through!!’ ‘Yeah, I left my keys in my locker.