In my occasional bitter moments I could even believe that my father rejected suitors in order to keep me as his cook and housekeeper. I would scold my...elf later for such an unworthy thought. The event that upset our pleasant but unexciting world came when I was but one and twenty years.Upton Lodge was a rather impressive house just a mile south of Braintree. We were all agog when news came that the Lodge, which had been uninhabited for a couple of years had been sold. The rumours had the. Or, I will need to fuck you right here and would rather not do that in this parking lot.” “I nearly did,” Audrey mused. “Oh my God Audrey! Did you fuck him in that car?” “No Jeff I didn’t but it got a little close there.” “Please! I gotta get us home so please remember everything and tell me when we get there. You are going to be a busy girl tonight.” “I have been a busy girl already. I hope you enjoy hearing about it.” Walking back along the beach, Jeff was nearly limping with his. A bunch of stupid shit happened after that, suffice it to say I was locked up for a few years.And no, I never touched a dick the entire time I was locked up, despite what everyone says goes on there, because it doesn't pay in there to advertise that you might be up for it.Anyway I had a few brief encounters that weren't great. One guy I met had a horsecock but after sucking him off and making him finish himself off, for some reason I never had the courage and opportunity to call him again. I. I never considered myself attractive, but if I looked into a mirror I could at least give myself a pass grade. I kept my hair long (really, why is it that the stereotype of lesbians involves shaved heads and masculine women? Or it involves someone like Katy Perry- the consummate male fantasy. Is there no in between in people's minds?) and my features were feminine enough, I suppose. I liked my eyes; twin pools of deep brown, just a shade or so darker than my skin. Sigh. I suppose I should.