As I grew older, I changed my ways butcould never get over the compulsion. I fixed it permanently later inlife.As my high school days were coming to ...n end, college was on my mind - Ihad plans for a technical college and a program in Animal Husbandry.Illness and parents kept me from going; I had to settle for a localcollege and program in accounting. "Johnny come lately"; I graduatedwith honors. When it came time to accept my diploma, I was alone -Sally was having trouble with her husband. . I didn't say fiance, or anything like that, because they weren't there yet, but it was plenty obvious to me anyway, that it was the direction they were headed. During the week, there was no more bar hopping together, which certainly put a damper on my entertainment. I have never been a big fan of going out drinking as a single, for any number of reasons, but mostly because I thought it made me feel like a loser.Seeing them together and obviously growing more meaningful to each other as each day. Not Rum and pineapple. Malibu. Christ! Sorority-girl bullshit. For prissy women that are too ashamed to admit they actually want to get drunk and fuck. It was an excuse drink. They can drink three of them and act like they are drunk. No no, I never would have sucked his dick in the bathroom if I hadn’t been so wasted. I decided to press her for what she did indeed think about. ‘Like what?’ ‘Um…’ ‘You must certainly think about your finger nails.’ I commented absently. ‘What’s that supposed. Daniel and Sandy were 14 and Anna were 16, only a few months younger than me.Aunt was working more by that time, she was also more strict with money, that means that I had to cook, clean and do chores with less, that cost me some smacks also.One day, only 15 minutes later after making it home I had been spanked by the twins, this time by hand, but they had me doing corner time only with my bra and my panties on my knees. I was supposed to keep them there, not higher, not lower, just on my.