As they were waiting at a red light he remembered what Hildy had said to him as they were watching over Ashley the night before:"I know what that feel... like, to be looked at and laughed at and shamed. To be the subject in everyone's joke, for everyone to be talking about you in the worst way. It's worse than humiliating. It makes you feel like you're nothing."So, as Ashley said nothing Jim decided to say nothing, also. Jim saw Rich's car parked in front of a building and he knew that he had. Time seemed to govery slowly when you made almost no decisions for yourself.I was tired when I got home, the playground wasn't all that far away butone thing I already knew is that the combination of smaller legs and themother's longer strides made walking even short distances a challenge."Are you tired honey?" the mother asked, and I stupidly nodded. "Wellyou're a little old for a nap, but you did have a big day yesterday, somaybe an hour or two won't hurt." No Mummy," I said."Yes Emily." The. She then put her hand on my leg and started rubbing my leg. When I showed approval she reached over and began rubbing my crouch area. By this time I had a FULL RAGING HARDON going and when I spread my legs a little to let her do it better and then moaned, she began trying to unzip my pants. I swear – I almost broke my own fingers undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor. After this she took hold of my C--K and began stroking me. A few minutes later, the guy she came in with, moved on. Our parents were very kind, gentle people who were very supportive of my sister Sierra and me even though they're more than a little different in many ways. Our parents were hippies; products of the free-love movement of the late 1960's. They actually met in a commune when they were in their early twenties. The commune had about thirty or so members and was located in a very remote area of northern California; somewhat west of the mountain area called the Trinity Alps. Their commune was just.