”“Excellent. My name is-““D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They a...en’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting that was easy on the eyes.“I am the doorkeeper, among other things, but you may call me whatever you want, D.”The doorkeeper was easy on. We all know that isn't true, that kids are going to learn about sex one way or another, that even if they heard absolutely nothing about it from their parents or teachers: the changes in their bodies, hormones, finding out what feels good by playing with themselves, all of this means that sooner or later, but inevitably for every last one of them, they are going to discover how to make themselves feel good. For at least some of them, those that find willing and curious partners, they're going. They decided that it wasn’t drugs, but they didn’t know what to make of it, so they passed it on to us.’ ‘Could we get a look at it?’ queried Dean. ‘I have a 2:30 appointment, but if you can come over now, no problem.’ Dean and Val nodded agreement. They figured out how to divide up the check, and took the short walk to the cop shop. It took almost as long to get past the sign-in process and through the maze of offices. Margaret showed them into a small training room, offered them the option. Not hearing anything as she walked by Shauna's room she finally felt herself calm down. In her own room she started to get dressed pulling on a matching pink and white lace bra and panties. Then over that a white Hollister t-shirt and a pair of black pj pants since she was just lounging around. As she was tying the strings on the pants she saw the phone out of the corner of her eye and felt a little excitement. Her hand shook a little as she reached for it picking it up slowly and lifting it to.