"Well?" She asked waiting for a response. Like I was in any sort of state to give a response. Steph paused for a minute "sit there and let me think wh...t to do". All my fears had come true, everything I panicked about was to become a reality. I was fucked! "I think you're in need of a punishment fit for a sissy like you". "I can't believe you're just using my clothes like that you disgusting little pussy". "Well? Do you have anything to say?". I didn't know how to respond, I was in complete. Pam pulled us aside and let us know what this was all about.I called a halt to all the questions and let the Detectives know we would meet them at the Pantlind Hotel tomorrow afternoon at 2p.m.; of course they balked at this request. But left knowing that my last involvement with the police didn’t go over all that well as far as the police were concerned.“Sir I have been up all day as have most of the people here, I have homework, plus I am hungry. I am a minor, and my parents are not here to. Well, watch her do it.We used a bigger than usual space for our Arrivals, still with the same reactive padding so that no-one hit any of the walls too hard, still with the same old message on the wall – not dead, not dreaming, etc. etc. – but it probably wasn't quite big enough. Well, six relatively senior academics, sitting in a mountain hut arguing one minute, then everything starts to shake, the world goes very bright and suddenly they're sliding over foam rubber and shouting at each other. She pushed her breasts against my arms and back as we workedBut she never touched me. I was a teenager afterall.Then when I turned 18 she asked me to come over and move boxes from her garage to her house. It was the coldest night of winter.I worked up a dangerous sweat. It was just another day as far as I was concerned.When I moved the last box into the house, I took off my parka and my shirt was drenched in sweat. She offered to give me a clean shirt which I accepted. I peeled off my shirt and.