...a menage a trois which, of course, would include myself. I called a local escort agency and explained to the woman what I was looking for. Even t...ough I was blonde and large breasted, I knew Jack liked dark-skinned women with long black hair. I arranged for her to arrive at our house about nine o’clock on the night of Jack’s birthday and I told him that this year we were going to have a quiet, candlelit dinner at home so he wouldn’t suspect anything.After dinner, we were having drinks and. ‘What happened here?’ Tim briefed the man on what had happened. ‘How…how is Latricia…Trish, doing?’ the principal asked. ‘Will…will she be all right?’ ‘We’re not sure yet,’ Tim replied. ‘She was alive when she left here, but the paramedics told me it didn’t look promising.’ ‘Oh, God!’ the principal whispered. ‘Mr. Eagleton,’ Tim said, ‘What can you tell me about Mr. Morris?’ A stunned look appeared on the principal’s face. ‘Ben? Why…why are you asking me about him?’ he stammered. ‘He’s one of. .."In the weeks that followed, no-one saw my new breasts but me. I tended to myself and gradually the bruising faded but I still looked as artificial and freakish as ever. The coolness and awkwardness between myself and Kevin faded over this period too and by the end of the three weeks we were back to our usual selves, talking and joking with each other but still making sure that there was no physical contact between us.Three weeks to the day since my return to the island, Mr Foster arranged a. " Aw, why don't we cut out this shit and get the fuck out of here?" I said. "This whole thing is idiotic."But they wouldn't hear of it. No turning back now. They had their hearts set on seeing a cow molestation."We'll hold onto her for you," Bessie said. "One of those real little ones shouldn't be much trouble." Listen to her," I said. "You want to be an accessory to raping a juvenile?" Why not?" she said. "The boys always used to tell me when I was nine, 'When you're big enough, you're old.