The pages were filled with his sister's spideryhandwriting in red-pen. Every word captured Joe's attention:/These are my thoughts and fantasies. They ...elong to me, Crystal, aged15, and are to be read by me only.//I guess it's silly to write words only I will read but I feel thatputting them down will relieve my thoughts.//Sex is boring.../// "No it's not," Joe tutted to himself. He'd fucked a few girls, butnot enough for the novelty of sex to have worn off. He thought sex wasace! He continued. My mom needed me to get some clothes for a trip we had to take but she had no time to shop with me. In our small town we had a department store that carried some clothes. There were three ladys that worked there and had for as long as I could remember. My mom had called down there and talked to Mary who said she would meet me before the store opened and help me get the clothes I needed. I met Mary the next day 2 hours before the store was to open. Mary was an older woman, older than my mom. His knees nudged my legs apart. “Dream, tell me you want this as much as I do,” Tim said breathlessly. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him grow hard between my legs. “Yes, Master, I do!” As soon as the words left my lips, he pushed me back onto the table. My thongs were soaked through, and his hands plundered inside them until he ripped them from my body. Gasping as he buried his head between my legs, his warm tongue slipped through my swollen lips. His teeth grazed my clit, then wildly. "Wait a minute," whispered Ann, quietly scolding the former stablehand. "You'll have to do this again. You've used a made-up word youidiot!" Burt looked at the note between Ann's dirty big fingers atwhere he was pointing. "Here. That isn't a real word." Tribulations is a real word I can assure you Burt," said the apparentLady Ann, just loud enough so that the other servants could hear. "Itmeans a test of one's endurance."There were more chuckles all round and Ann shoved the note in herpocket.