A pair of black knee high boots stood at the foot of my bed. Did mymother really expect me to put them on.?It?s your ?Girl Time? Jessica...!? Mum?s vo...ce echoed from the familyroom.I started on my homework. I needed to get it done.<Put the panties on> a soft voice in my head said <You know deep down youwant to>?But I?m a boy,? I said to my reflection in the dressing tables mirror,?Boy?s don?t wear panties...?<Put the panties on Jessica... You need to put the panties on...!>I. It was only earlier in the evening that I’d been introduced to Keith by one of my band member friends. Keith had picked up a quarter gram from me and, by the look of him, he’d made generous use of it.Keith was about thirty years old, lean and sinewy, and around three inches taller than me. He parted his dark hair down the middle with the bangs feathered back. He was darkly tanned and had a vaguely Hawaiian look.At that point, though, his looks were secondary to me. He seemed a cool enough guy. Her options would be limited. But I’m her father, and although I might be susceptible in the abstract, actually fucking my daughter isn’t on my agenda and she must know that.Buuuut ... being the wilful girl that she is, she wasn’t necessarily going to just give up, especially with Brooke and Kait egging her on as I could easily imagine.So Step One would be to get me doing it with a girl her age, would it not? Hence Kaitlin A tall girl would seem older, hence Kaitlin not Brooke. If Kait was a. "We shall revere your companion and have a ceremony to honor your arrival tonight," said Stephen."I want to see where you bury her." Of course, sir. May I show you to your home? It has been ready and waiting for your arrival. I hope it is to your liking."I had many questions, but they could all wait. I followed Stephen to a building on the other side of the stage. It was similar to the other buildings which I assumed were homes, but it was four times the size. It was by no means a big building.