There was a knock on my door and Sangeetha came in and asked if we can share a bed since she was feeling so cold and was a little afraid of the occasi...nal thunder. I agreed and she skipped to my bed happily .She was wearing a large t-shirt that didn’t nothing to hide her curves. With the waves cracking, the rain above our heads and the feeling of Warmth overwhelming me of my snuggling aunty I began to drift off into sleep.I didn’t know how long I dozed off but somehow I was awaken. Aunt. Hisname was Chris and we became friends. He was my first real friend in mylife. Someone I could share my inner thoughts with and someone thatunderstand what was going on in my head.The whole story started with Kylie getting raped, which made her very sadand afraid of men. When we moved to the old town, she was back to herformer self. She was smiling and talking all the time. There was onedifference. She was no longer my little sister. She was now taller thanme, and of course she acted older.. He sensed this and gave me some good whacks to the centre of my butt right along my arse crack and he investigated the warmth of my bottom by laying his hand on it...a gentle rub and a short pause and he began using a tawse this had a keen bite due to the split tongue of the leather and I started wiggling once more he gave me these quick and hard checking my breathing and body language.After a little break and a drink of water my face felt as flushed and hot as my bum did he rearranged the. The receptionist offered me tea or coffee but I declined, I was to nervous to eat or drink anything. I kept looking at the door at the other end of the room to see who would come threw it to start my interview with me.My foot was moving up and down without me knowing and I was sweating terribly, I have never been good at interviews. Suddenly a woman walked threw the door and approached me offering her hand. "Hello, your here for the interview? Follow me please" she said as she led me down the.