She reached up and began to lightly stroke the front of her neck with one finger. Slowly, her finger moved up and down, gradually going a little lowe... each time. I sat and watched. She knew I was locked on to her every move. She asked if I jacked off at school because I was a boob guy too. Did all those girls titties get to me, she asked. Yes, I said, they did. I wanted to see them naked but I was afraid of getting caught and being labeled a perv, so I just took matters into my own. " Steph", he responded, "I think I understand what you have been through — at least as well as any male could. I am a patient man and I can wait until you have had a chance to heal. Please give us a chance." Bill, to be perfectly honest there is another problem. I cannot feel intimate toward a man who is so enthusiastic about this slavery business when I no longer believe in it. I once did believe in it — until I was victimized by the system myself. I can never feel quite the same about it. ‘Oh, Miss Rose, I just don’t feel right leaving you here all by yourself. What would your parents say?’ she said in an upset tone as she began walking towards her room. ‘They’ll understand that you had to be with your family. It’ll be fine, Mamie. Just go throw some things in a suitcase and I’ll be back in two shakes,’ Rose said, heading out the back door. She quickly ran across the lawn and her approach was observed by Jake, Bill and Trudy Collier who were relaxing on the screened in sun. Years ago, Susan and I worked at the same company. It was a callcenter, a part time job which we both combined with high school. An informal company, famous for their Friday end of the day parties. Susan, at that time I think 17, was one of the most popular girls there. And she knew she was too. But instead of being an arrogant bitch, she stayed down to earth and really good company. Still, she was hot! Since then, 8 years passed. We both left the callcenter years ago and we lost contact. I.