It was the colour of the note which first stood out. A pale yellow post it note stands out well against the slate grey of a lap top as it poked out fr...m under the lid. This pale yellow immediately upped his heart rate.It was his mother's handwriting: " I think we need to have a chat. Come to our room now.".It was at this point which full panic set in, he accidentally hit a key and the screen illuminated the entire room: there on the screen was a mix of opened videos. Top left was a Bobbi Starr. At thirteen, Lisa was just his age and the carbon copy image of him. If he could call anyone his "friend" it would be Lisa, however, she had teased him yesterday when he had had one of those strange feelings and his "thing" had started growing out of control. She had to be taught a lesson, and so it was. He was quite surprised to see a very good looking well dressed lady at the director's office, he was called in and told to sit down. A few moments later, Lisa came in and was made to sit. Then we’d go to the casino, sit at the bar and she would sit with her legs apart showing her pussy “accidentally “ to any men around at tables. She got a lot of looks but with me there no advances. I would be rubbing her leg and cop a feel or finger her sopping pussy when we were screened. We would then go for a walk outside to the beach, I’d tell her to undo more buttons and with the breeze you could see her breasts at times. Lots of smiling men going by, as her nipples were rock hard and easy. Its speed was enough to preclude any attempt at escape. I counted seconds, listening to the furious sound and its accompanying mass of water come closer and closer. I was afraid. Any sane man would be afraid if a five-hundred-year-old sorceress was trying to kill him. But being afraid is not the same as having lost the battle, and after sleeping among insects, a few drops of water weren’t enough to cow me. Unless I died, of course, a distinct, if rather unlikely, possibility. The water could.