‘Good girl. Now, lift the skirt of your dress’I took the hem and lifted it over the tops of my stockings and up to my waist. Her eyes shone in the...light of the low, bedside lamps and she pressed her hand into her lap.‘Come closer and kneel down.’I knelt in front of her and she stroked my hair. She reached down and touched the pendant again.‘Is it attached exactly as I told you it should be?’‘Yes, it is Miss.’‘Does it hurt?’‘No, Miss.’Her hands touched, rested on my shoulders then stroked their. When he used to find me alone, he used to grab my **** over from my shorts, and hold it. And squeeze it. It used to be painful. I was able to do nothing. I was trying to avoid him coming nearby to me. But he used to do it whenever he found me alone. I was so small to understand this and could not do anything about it to stop it. This continued till the caretaker was there.Then i grew a little. There was a grown up boy in my class. He became friendly with me. One day in the recess, he asked me. ‘We really need to get a tarp on at least this side of the house where all these leaks are. I also will put one over your bedroom. It would suck to wake up soaked with cold rain water.’ She laughed, ‘as opposed to warm rain water?’ He shook his head and then announced that the rain had slowed down and that he was going to strike while the iron was hot and get those tarps on the roof. She asked him if he needed any help and he said he didn’t, that she didn’t need to get blown off the roof. I started to think that maybe I wasn’t going to eat much.After a couple of minutes I reached for the control and managed to switch it off without Ryan complaining or stopping me.After the meal we walked to a pub that we like and had a pleasant evening; except for the fact that Ryan had brought the remote control with him and started playing with it. Tom gave me some funny looks but he didn’t look like he knew what it was. After our second drink Ryan gave the control to Tom and asked him if he.