“What’s up honey?”“It’s midnight, mum will be home soon.”“Oh shit, didn’t she tell you? She’s gone away for the weekend with a work ...riend, you’re all mine until Sunday afternoon.”“Oh right, she never said.”“Oh baby, she has other things on her mind right now, she probably just forgot. She had to tell me to make sure I didn’t mind staying over, but for you I’d drop all plans, because you are absolutely the most fun person to be with.”“Oh shit, I just realised!”“What did you just realise?”“Did. If they don't , or can't afford it—we get it for them. “Ya, but I just saw you and a couple of dudes sharing a joint”. “Ya, we might get a buzz from time to time, but we stay outta sight. Mostly the rule is to guard the younger k**s, and to keep dudes out that come in trying to get them hooked” We had gone this far and Jamie finally asked me my name. I grabbed his hand in a shake and told him Matt. He replied “Matt Dillon ? From Centerfield High”? “Ya dawg, that's me”. Jamie went on with “So. He was constantly tightening up, loosening up, then tightening again. But, as usual, his breathing didn’t change. I got as far as my second knuckle until he began to stir. He clumsily turned onto his back, but I was too terrified to move. When he settled back down after a few seconds, he was laying on my wrist and hand, with my finger still up his ass. Carefully I slid my finger out and my hand from beneath him. By now the blanket had also pretty well fallen off of him, and I could see a. Both her mother and her older sister had similar devices, either in their bedside drawer or (in her sister’s case) pushed well under the mattress. And Fiona had seen plenty of videos on the internet of other women (and a few men) using them in a variety of inventive and enjoyable-looking ways. A quick internet search had revealed that LolaTM was very much at the luxury end of the market, producing a range of high-quality sophisticated devices aimed at the sort of women who weren’t ashamed to.