Do they?” “Nobody has ever seen it,” she said, blushing. “I shave it so that my bathing suit fits properly, that's all. I don't want to be emb...rrassed.” “I don't blame you,” he told her, bending his head and kissing the inside of her knee. “I like the way it looks, little sister. Keep doing it, okay?” His kisses moved over to her other leg, then began sliding south. “Brian, I don't... oh, I don't think we should be... OHH! Brian, we shouldn't be doing this! You shouldn't be doing...THAT, Ohh,. The sports teacher, MrAnderson came to the showers and quickly realised the source of thecommotion and Thomas was sent to see the school nurse. After seeing poorThomas and on closely examining the poor boys chest, the school nursedecided to call his mother via the telephone. Following the phoneconversation, Mrs braithwaite arranged an appointment with the familydoctor for the following week.At the surgery, Thomas didn't see the usual family doctor, instead hesaw a young woman, Dr Charlotte. Making my eyes not see the door in the bathroom, I saw she was sitting on the side of the tub crying. What I guessed were her wet panties had a corner sticking out from between a folded up towel. I made myself see the door again and then asked if she was ok, only to get louder crying. I wasn't about to try to get any closer to the bathroom. I just moved back over to the chair where I was watching TV.When she did not come out after ten more minutes I made myself go to the door to say, "I am. ” Mary’s voice faltered. The shame choked her. She looked up at Sandy and simply nodded, slowly. “This?” Sandy repeated. She lifted one sneaker to Mary’s face. Trembling, Mary nodded again. She began licking the food from Sandy’s sole. Jane’s hollow face flashed before her eyes, and there was that other question again. “You should say please.” Sandy demanded. Mary looked up at her. “Please, Sandy.” “Please what?” Sandy had a hand between her legs now, which somehow seemed completely natural.