“I don’t think-”“You have a safe word, don’t you?” he interrupted.“Scott, aren’t we -”“Aren’t we what? Having too much fun?” H...s hand slapped my ass and he groaned appreciatively. “Just me and you, princess. Who cares what we do?”“If my dad were to - ”Scott laughed. “For fuck’s sake! He doesn’t have a damn clue and why would he? Besides, what’s he gonna do? Send you to bed? Make you stand in the corner? Not give you any dessert?”I bit my lip. All three punishments were familiar from my. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. They finished up thephotos as I tried to clear my eyes. Then all six of us were back against thewall. I was wondering what could possibly be next. The female made a phone call, from this red phone on the wall. I couldn'thear her, but I knew she wasn't ordering a pizza. A couple of minute of nervousanticipation, where interrupted by two men in white coats and two women inwhite dresses walking into the room. I was a little puzzled. I was thinkingthat they certainly looked like doctors and nurses.. " What happened?" Peter interrupted."Just one of those freak accidents, I think. From memory, he simply fell off his push bike. Anyway" Dave continued "the school principal asked me to go if I could. Seeing that I was released from my other commitment by the principal, my parents agreed I could go, particularly as the team was being billeted by families from Bathurst High School and the train fare wasn't going to cost very much."When we arrived at Bathurst Railway Station, we were met by our.