Uncle George: Jonnie, this is Uncle George. You were about to do bad things that would make you very unhappy for the rest of your life. I’m going to...help you learn to be a good girl. You will not do or say any of the nasty bitchy things you think of. If you do, you will feel very sad and unhappy, plus you will have a headache so bad, it will feel like your eyeballs are bleeding. Every time you are a good girl and do something kind for me or make me happy, you will feel happier than you have. After all, all I really wanted to do was to try it and, if I didn't like it, then there would be no recriminations, no hard feelings.If I didn't like it? I fucking loved it! I took the cheapest room, posting the room number in a private message online. I took a quick shower and passed the time surfing porn, wearing only a towel. I left the door unlocked, as agreed, opened the bottle of wine I had brought and settled down to wait. He was late, only by a few minutes but it was enough for me to. After a very short wait, she yanked on thestrip of cloth, causing me to cry out in pain but making her smile.She did it one more time before she spun me around to look at the newme. Any protesting I might have done was by then a mute point, sincethere wasn't one thing about me that said I was a male! Paying thebill, I cringed at how much it was, but thanked Marcie, and let herschedule me for my next appointment, a whole month away!By the time I got home I was thoroughly confused at my reaction. She didn't like this at all. "To be perfectly honest with you, Steve, it's true. I no longer need you. The Prom's over, you know." "So I was just...what? A plaything to you? Is that it?" She looked at him and bounced her shoulders. "Sort of." Steve looked at her. "You know what you are, Nathasha?" She was now looking at him. The idea of kicking his balls again crossed her mind. If he had anything negative to say about her or to complain in any way, he would lose them for good. Steve saw.