There is no noticeable door. Nothing. I begin to wonder where I am but that is soon replaced by another growing question…Who am I? I glance down at ...y body. My hands are rough so that could indicate that I am a worker of some sort. I have some muscles in my upper arm so that could back up my earlier thought or maybe I just exercise. I have a small belly poking out so maybe I don’t work out a lot. I don’t have a mirror so I reach up and run my hands through my short hair. Either I am going bald. I rolled that forbidden term around in my mouth, getting used to it – and I realised that it hardly bothered me at all, in fact it felt wondrously enticing and liberating.I was enraptured by your evident desire for me, and it made me feel so special, so adult and mature. I realised that you probably think I am eighteen or nineteen, as so many people do, and I was certainly not going to tell you that you had seduced a girl who is only just sixteen – you might have got worried and stopped, which. It's just playing. It's not like real sex. I don't mind. You shouldn't. Just don't do anything to piss him off, please." He leaned closer and took my hand. "He's important to *us*, sweetie. His account is the bigger house in the better neighborhood that we just moved into. And the new car you want."I'm stunned. How far does he want me to go with this, I wonder? "Well, suppose he wants real sex? Suppose he wants to take me back to his room, to screw me like one of these hookers here?" It won't. ?I propose a toast for a better tomorrow.? After the toast, Paul?s dad went back to the pig on a spit and serving the watermelon. Paul smiled at the happy thought of hormone development over the next year. He watched as Ted opened up a silver train and Jane looked lovely in the white fur trim hooded coat her mother got. ?You okay?? Jennifer asked her sister Betty. ?Just the new heels I bought for the party.? Betty in her sleeveless floor length black dress said as she slipped out of her shoes.