.. At least my prettystepson's Joyce persona seemed to respond surprisingly well to theconcept of being desired and being desirable to boys and most l...kely menin general....Meanwhile Joyce's girlygirl lessons went on just as before because Iwasn't about to let discipline slip after a few little successes. Forthis week's compulsory reading I had selected a quite saucy piece oftext I had found on the web. It was about a glamorous 'girlyboy'describing in detail how he was pleasuring himself with a. I returned the firm hug and thanked her for her participation. She simply said, "God, you are awesome!"I had to get ready for my 2nd session, and she scooted off to wherever. As people assembled for the session, who walked in - coming right up front - was Granny! She came up - hugged me again - and took a seat in the front row. I had to tease her a bit with a, "Ahhh, I see you can't get along without me!" She briefly smiled, then wiggled her finger as though to bring me to her space. I leaned. Her mother failed to prepare her for the world and wouldn’t allow her to have any independence. And to make matters worse, she was put into a dorm with other girls that wanted to get her involved in drinking, drugs, and wanton sex. When she allowed one of them to talk her into accepting a drink I was very concerned she would be gotten drunk and taken advantage of by some guy bragging how he got her cherry. So I got her to promise she would only drink at my house where I could watch over her. I. They were too busy, lost in their own little world. I continued down the hallway to the back door and got there just as Lauren finished brushing the snow off the bench so we could sit. I handed Lauren her cup of coffee and sat down next to her. "So I'm not really sure how to say this but..." I began."I love you. I'm in love with you, and I want to be with you but I don't want to hurt Emmett." Lauren blurted out."Wow... yeah I was gonna get to that in a few seconds... I'm in love with you too; I.