The next day I saw her again and she told me she got really drunk and didn't remember the end of the night, but that she had a really great time, and ...ouldn't wait till the next party. This went on the entire year, after every party she'd hook up with another brother or random guest and the next day tell how much fun she had, but that she wished she spent more time with me. That summer I graduated and we went our different ways. I had gotten a job as a teacher in my hometown middle. ”He felt the need to say something. But as he began to wrap his mind around what his mother was trying to tell him it was too shocking for his troubled brain to frame a response. Merely nodding his head he waited for her to go on.“Are you sure, Charles, that you are alright with me telling you about my past?” Trying to swallow his Adam’s apple he shrugged his shoulders and nodded again.She gently patted his hand. “Though it has been such a major part of my life I’ve only told my psychiatrist,. ”Roger turned and strode back to the plane, climbing up inside and disappearing.Kat put her arm around Amber and they walked to her car. “A little romance brewing, I take it?”“Yeah. He’s really nice. He wants something long-term for sure.”Kat reminded her, “So does Mike? He’s been calling me every few hours the last two days asking whether I’d heard anything about your arrival. I’m sure you’re all he’s thinking about. He’s going to fly down here today, and probably is on his way right now.”“Oh,. ” It seemed an odd stance, but Megan figured that it was because convincing the man or woman who’d just spent time getting you turned on with spankings and other forms of domination might actually result in a desire for a good screw.Megan felt her eighteen-year-old twat moisten at the sight of him, long and lean, hanging low with the head just starting to rise.“What should I do?” she asked softly. At his raised eyebrow, she quickly added, “Sir.”He gestured for her to take a position at the.