We showed her that respect because she was a woman (me because I loved her) and we were raised to treat women well. If she went on with this tease she...might well bite off more than she could chew. She had put me in similar situations before, expecting me to cover for her smart mouth, but this was a whole other level of trouble and she could get seriously hurt, not to mention what might happen to me. “Fuck it!” I told myself. If she wants to play games maybe it’s time she learned a lesson. I’d. I think it's dripping.''Oh wow. Can I feel baby? Can I play with your pussy sis?''I dunno...' she hesitated.'What's wrong?' I asked, sensing her unease.'I'm really wet Dave and well, I don't know if my pussy is... you know... normal.''Why would you think it isn't? The rest of you is perfect so I'm sure your pussy is too baby. C'mon sis, it's ok, don't worry about stuff like that. Anyway, I've never seen a pussy that I didn't like! Seriously. Now c'mon, it'll be fine.''Hmmm, ok, I suppose you're. " I took my plate to a table, and sat down. The pie, chips andpeas were cold and tasted horrible, but I ate everything on the plate. Ihad to use a spoon to scoop up all of the tomato ketchup. It made me feela little sick.At hometime I had to walk home all by myself. I felt a bit afraid,walking along the streets dressed in my blue school pinafore dress. Someof the boys, including Nicky and Ronnie, followed me part of the way.They called out my name, Beverly, over and over, and telling me to. We arrange a convenient time and I go round to his studio. He takes the photos and submits them to the editor who then decides whether or not to use them.’ ‘Is the man genuine? This could be a scam to get you in a vulnerable position. You might be drugged and raped. Or carried off to be a slave in a brothel.’ Rachel laughed. ‘You have a vivid imagination. After lunch he took me to his studio and I met his – female – assistant.’ ‘That doesn’t mean much,’ murmured Kate. ‘He has the most.