"Uh huh, yeah. You won't tell my mom, right?"I didn't know if she was asking my complicity for my catching her when I came in, or for allowing me to k...ss her now.I nervously shook my head in response to her question. I was shaking. This was my own 14-year-old niece that I was about to make a move on. Moving my hand slowly, so as not to spook her, I reached across and took the soda can away from her and put it on the end table. I then turned back to her and took her hand and held it in mine. It. If you don't obey my every command, all the tapes and my tearful confession will go to the police and the next thing you know, you'll be spending 7 years in jail. Maybe more in your case." He tapped the picture with his finger."Timothy, please don't do this." She looked at him earnestly. After a long silence she shook her head. "I really can't go along. No, I can't."Tim said nothing. He sat still, barely breathing. At least, he told himself, he took the chance, and he was no worse than. "Too high," she proclaimed. "They'll want your breast bars free." Sheplaced the corset back on it's hanger with care, and selected another. "Thislooks more to your size." She placed the corset around me and began lacing it up from the back. Itwas beautiful! A soft dark red leather, with lots of chrome plated rings andhooks. It descended down to just above my mound and ran up to the bottom ofmy rib cage. Meredith got it all hooked up and then began the tedious taskof cinching it tight,. "Come on...what's your name? You can tell me, I like you. I won't hurtyou," she said with a smile."Oliver," He replied solemnly, trying not to look at her. He was afraidthat she might notice and get mad. She put her hand to his chin andgently lifted his face to look her in the eye."Aw. That's an adorable name for an adorable boy," she replied, althoughnot cruelly.Oliver laughed a little at the boy comment. "Actually Ma'am, I'm twentyone years old." Are you? You still look like a boy though. You.