The only place I was allowed to go, apart from school, was to Uncle Tom's, and other than that I had to be at home working in the family pub/restauran.... And always behind the scenes, cleaning, clearing up, never where I might meet people and have fun. So I had no experience. On the night this story takes place, Uncle Tom had gone to have a bath after dinner and I had gone outside to catch a horse that needed to be brought in overnight so that the summer flies would not bother him. Rummaging in. He did have a great sense of humour, a devil-may-care attitude, and was as sexy as hell. I sensed it immediately, and we ended up in bed on the first night that we met, and the sex had been great since then. The trip was booked through one of those “Under-25s” vacation providers, and we were staying in one of their small chalets in a site in southern Spain. For the first two days, we enjoyed days around the pool; chilling out at the beach bar and wonderful, sensual moonlit nights with the surf. Brad was like most of the students at Pinkerton, a spoiled and rich jackass with one exception he was actually borderline friendly. "Still working on your sugar substitute I see." "No, that was a dead end. This Preservative will change the world. It'll end hunger and win me the Janice Prize...and dare I say a Nobel." "I hope not, I doubt those Nobel Nerds ever get laid!" "Maybe you should look up Stephen Hawking one of these days." Is this it?" Brad asked moving near a beeker of yellow liquid. ..it waspencil skirts to plaid skirts...button down shirts to creamy sheerblouses...and of course...shoes to match each outfit. Luckily I hadcalled Mom to explain and she OK'd running up the AMEX for the shoppingventure.Back at my house Becky and I sorted out things...hung the clothes...and collapsed on my bed. This was to be one fun summer. Not only couldI be Molly but I could work as Molly all summer. I doubted any of thegirls from my class would recognize me...but then again I really didnot.