That got to her more than she'd expected. She thought she'd score in the low fives, just above average. She didn't, she was below average. That didn't...feel good. Tina and Erica smiled and congratulated her of course. They were both really nice. It was such a pity that she couldn't truly connect with them. She made all the right noises, but she was still alone inside the invisible box she shared with her pain.Hugh was away on his first deployment, but he'd left behind an offer to take her as his. “Oh,” She mumbled.“It wasn’t one of those dreams!” I waved my hands panicking, “God, I’m an idiot.”“I guess,” Kia grumbled.“Will you go out with me?” I asked. And then felt I had to add, “Please?”“Um, wow,” Kia brushed her hair over her ear, “I’ve never gotten a please before.”“Oh,” I hardly heard words I just responded to her inability to look me in the eye.“Yeah, um, I guess,” She offered me a really awkward smile.“I got an I guess!” I shouted triumphantly and threw both fists in the air. She. Wordlessly, he circled the table. The sound of footsteps. Gentle bumps and thuds. A liquid squirt. And then suddenly, his warm, smooth, broad hands on my shoulders, coating me with oil. I moaned at his touch. His hands swirled around my shoulders, pressing firmly against me. His strength was evident, yet he restrained himself. I knew I was entirely in his power right now, naked and alone, exposed and vulnerable. But I trusted him completely.His thumbs pushed against my back, working away my. It was one lunchtime when I was desperate to visit the toilet for a pee, “ You’ll have to pee in a bucket” my aunt said. No problem I thought, until she brought a bucket out and held it and said, “Go on, it’s not if I’ve never seen your willie before”. “No I can’t do that in front of you” I said. “Don’t be shy, you may enjoy it” aunt said. She was at that time a buxom type of lady, 45 years old , and was always forthright in things she said and did. I was ready to refuse and go down the garden.