My fingers were inside her, probing this sweet girl. She was looking intensely at me, so I asked very calmly, "tell me exactly what you did with your ...ingers last nite..." She hesitated, then closed her eyes and started talking, knowing she was directing MY moves this time ... following her instructions, I licked my fingers, then ran them through that beautiful black bush, frequently moving one hand to her tits ... then with my right hand, I brushed across her clit a few times, very slowly .... My stomach is tense and hard and has free flowing ridges of flesh along its length, and there's more. I've shit the bed; my muscles have seized up and I don't have control of them. Oh master. I'm wetting myself. I smell. Master. Please! I beg you! I didn't mean to do it, not on purpose! Master. Forgive me!"But he's refusing to reply. He's turned on by the power; and the pain is all I can think about. There's no past, present or future any more; only an indescribable pain with no end, and unless. “I’ve never done anything with a girl either. Not like you’re thinking. I mean I kissed and made out, but then I joined the Corps and ... I didn’t have time for girls any more.” He was thinking that there had been plenty of time to go out with the guys. They all picked up girls, and got laid. He could have done that, but he’d been scared ... scared he’d do something wrong ... scared the woman would laugh at him ... scared he’d get a disease. So he’d played pool, and gone to movies, and done. When he ran down, Saffron said, simply, "He pushed me down, Daddy. It hurt. I got a booboo on my leg. And he wouldn't say sorry, so I can't forgive him."She turned to Jamie and said, "Those are the rules. You have to say sorry, so I can forgive you. That's how it works. Then we can play."Jamie said, sulkily, "sorry", in a low voice and suddenly I knew everything. I knew what had been going on over the past few months, why, what it meant, what my behavior was about, and what that meant. I knew.