An uneasy thought struck John from out of the blue, and he didn't hesitate to verbalize it to Lisa. "I sure hope you didn't forget to take your Pill t...day," he said, almost jokingly."What Pill?" Lisa replied."You mean you're not on The Pill?" he incredulously asked."Of course not, Silly, I don't use any birth control. What made you think that?"John was positive that his pre-cum was still oozing out of the head of his penis. And for a moment, he wasn't sure what he should do. Part of him just. She didn’t even know I existed; she hung out with the sports stars, the bad boys, she chased any hunk she saw. I was the quintessential nerd: 5’5, 122 lbs., thick glasses, elephantine ears, dull brown eyes that matched my crew cut hair, straight A+ GPA for life. I am a weed in a flower garden, and Marjorie didn’t even know my name. Just the drive to the old woman’s shack was an exercise in imagined terror. Even though it was mid-afternoon, the road was a tunnel of dark shadows interspersed. We want to give you something to remember us by every time you look at your cock. After all it was your idea to have some permanent scars. So what Casey wants to do, her idea mind, is to give you some very deep brands in your glans. She’s really glad you wanted scars. She loves burning dicks. It’s one of her favorite pastimes. You’ll see what she comes up with. Hope it recovers as they will be deep. You may need a glansectomy if infection sets in or if the burn spreads too wide.”She came in. ‘Get these things off. And from now on, when you’re seeing me, please wear a skirt or a dress. I’ll even take you out and buy you some.’ ‘So you’re planning on fucking me in your car on a regular basis?’ ‘I don’t know, but I want the option. Get your jeans off.’ I would be naked from the waist down in a place where total strangers might see me. That wasn’t something the good little girl my parents thought I was would do. But I wasn’t that good little girl anymore, at least not when I was with.