I wrap myself in a bath robe as Ty redresses. I collect his uniform. It is obvious that it will have to be kept at my apartment where I will clean it....I know Ty would prefer to take it with him where he could wear it in his room but since his grandmother had the lock removed from his bedroom and his bathroom time strictly monitored he had very little actual privacy. I walked him to the door where we kissed but I had to gently restrain his hand when he reached inside my robe. I just allowed his. “Ricky, dance with me.”“Say what? Dance? I don’t dance.”Ok, I had done some dance lessons in Middle School, only because my mom wanted me to dance with my cousin Kim at my aunt’s wedding. Well, I wasn’t interested in dance, but I was interested in my cousin, thus I went to the classes, at least enough to keep from stumbling over her feet.“Here,” she stood, taking my hand.“No music?”“Just steps. Here, let me show you.”She proceeded to count off steps, turning and swaying. She was dressed in her. At the Wat, we were taught that there is nothing to fear in the dark, and that our amulets would protect us, but many girls were still afraid at night," she said, as she hugged herself to me."Oh there are things that go bump in the night alright, but they aren't ghosts or spirits. They are thieves and robbers, rapists and murderers, as well as other disreputable people. Do not worry, I will keep you safe," I assured her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She turned her face just as I reached. Pressing the edge of the needle across her areola, letting the sharp tip press into the inner edge of the hardened nub, he slowly flexes his wrist letting the needle’s point disappear into the tender flesh. Cyl rasps for breath, her naked body shaking as she clenches her fists, tiptoes on her spread feet as her bare butt thrusts higher off the sawhorse, the lower needle probing into the sensitive flesh of her upper thigh. Grunting, moaning as tears drip off her cheeks from her reddened eyes,.