"Roger, spank her. Jasmine, aneight-year-old girl like you cannot EVER use the F-word. Or any other badwords. Even if you hear others talking that way... You are not a grown-up mananymore. Get that into your little blond head." I'm sorry, Mommy," I said quickly, worried about the punishment. "It was amistake." Three slaps on her butt, Roger. Hard." Mom, I don't think that's a good idea right now. She's barely wearinganything. And she was just talking to us, nobody was around to hear her." Clear,. I told them I didn't want to drink anymore, but they started to get a little bit angry and I caved. They started to smoke pot and handed it to me. I told them I didn't do that, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. So I took a hit and passed it on. They handed it back and forth to each other, then to me again. I told him I was done and didn't want to do anymore and was going home. Jaquan started running his fingers through my hair and Marcus rubbing my leg a little bit. I told. Camille knewall to well the difficulties that young freshmen girls sometimes went throughwhen they were away from home for the first time. Camille was an expert listener.She sympathized with the young girl and listened thoughtfully as Susan pouredout her heart over the ensuing weeks. Most of the conversations revolved aroundSusan's frustrations of being a lesbian in a heterosexual world. It reallycame as no surprise to either one of them when late one night Camille bentover and softly kissed. ’ They laughed. Outside Paul’s office Chelsea said, ‘You impressed Paul greatly.’ ‘And you?’ Chelsea’s breathe caught. ‘Or do you think my interest remains confirmed to bras and panties? She blushed and dammit he caught some of that change in coloring as he raised his eyes after briefly running them over her bust line He grinned and waited for her to say something. She had nothing more to say but her mouth through some obscure connection with the sexual oriented part of her brain did. Her mouth.