Last warning, asshole."I turned, put everything back in my briefcase, and stormed out.As I hit the street, my adrenaline was still pumping; but I had ...urned off enough energy that I had simmered down a little. That's when I heard the sound that changed things.There was a thud behind me, a scraping sound, and a woman's voice yelled, "Help! Stop them!"I turned around to see three young men, teenagers, I judged, running approximately toward me, carrying a purse with a broken strap. Behind them was. There must've been over a hundred jpegs with filenames ranging from "Julie's Ass" to "Julie's First Fuck" and other stuff as well.My hands were shaking in anticipation at what I might find if I double-clicked on any one-jpeg file. Also, it was hard to decide which one I wanted to see first.I thought I'd start with the one entitled "Age 12--Julie's Ass." When the picture filled the screen, I stopped breathing and choked on my saliva while my eyes widened in shock. There in front of me, on my 15". Elaine was the district goddess now, and the spotlight was on her, along with all the duties that went with her exalted position. And right now, she was feeling stifled and controlled.'I've got to get out of here!' Elaine thought frantically.She shrugged the gown off her shoulders, unmindful that her ladies' attendant had spent the last thirty minutes fitting her for the festival that would begin shortly. She wriggled out of the garment and stepped naked out onto the banister. Even though the. When we got into the car I sat in the back with him and two others that Norm was dropping off. There were another two in the front. The car was overloaded as we drove through the cold, dark streets of Birmingham but luckily we were not stopped. Eventually the other boys were dropped off at their various destinations and we headed back towards the motorway; me and Alan, now the only two passengers, were in the back.As we settled into the continuous rhythm of motorway driving speed and the.