Experience had nothing to do with intelligence, they're two different things."Sirinna was not sure she was convinced, but she was too tired to argue. ...All right, Amanda. But if it keeps interfering with your training, I will insist you tell me."Amanda nodded. "I really will try to focus more on it." She paused. "Do you want to go back and continue, Mistress? I mean, any training you want me to do, it doesn't have to be this."Sirinna slowly smiled. "That would be fine, Amanda. We can practice. There have been a few minor changes to the text since the tales first appearance. DC thanks the proofreaders who assisted in preparing the original for posting. But we should add that he doubts they’ve seen this later version. Good Morning Starshine! The reader must understand that most of this happened a very long time ago now, the true beginning of the tale did anyway. The world was a completely different place back then, well, as I just said, it was at the beginning. As teenagers we were. All the more amusing that he was spending all this money on me. Giggle. Our last "date", he presented me with this necklace which cost him thousands. Told me he'd used the money he was going to buy his wife an anniversary present with. Guess she had to make do with something cheap and cheerful – a pair of tights or something. Can you believe it?Well it's not my fault, is it? Guys can spend their dough how they want and old Roger wanted to spend it on a luscious 19 year old girl who he thought. Inside, wrapped snugly in two imitation velvet pouches, were my two toys. I pulled one out and looked at it. I gasped at the size of it. This is going to hurt, I thought.I placed it back into the pouch and tipped the other one out onto the palm of my hand. This was the smaller, pink one. I looked at it relieved that I thought I could master this one and that I hadn’t wasted my money.Later that evening I’d bathed and scented myself with my favourite perfume. I felt really dirty even though I’d.