. okay?'I try to hold your gaze, embarrassingly aware that my penis is now throbbing towards an erection, the wet glans pushing up through the loose s...in, weeping, eager for attention.'Okay, schools out' I joke, trying to hurry you on your way, hoping you'll not catch me in such a state.'Love you' you say, pecking me on the forehead as you turn to leave, 'And thanks for the lesson' you add, before your eyes drop to my now rampant erection.... Do I see fear? Surprise? Admiration?I lock the. She'd always desiredthat her daughters be popular, so everything was the latest trend.Plenty of skirts and dresses (I hoped I wouldn't be wearing thoseanytime soon), and a few pair of jeans and short khaki's (I thinkthey're called Capri's). Talk about accessories! Amy has tons ofsparkling belts, necklaces, bracelets, rings and earrings.I don't really know what to do with all this information. I have noknowledge of who my friends are, what classes I'm taking at school, howto act and dress and. It also congratulated me on submitting such a well written essay.Ms X said that she had got really turned on reading it. She had made somechanges to it and attached it to the email for me to see. I opened theattached word document and was presented with the essay that I had sentearlier but unlike what I had sent, this one was illustrated. Illustratedwith photos of me! Doing the things I had described in the essay! Theparagraph describing my first stretches was next to a photo of mestretching.. She wants something to latch onto, some island of certainty in a bizarre and unpredictable situation, and the spiral gives her that certainty. And that moment is all that I need to begin programming her. ‘You feel great pleasure when you stare and allow the lights to capture your mind,’ I say. I remember the words perfectly from multiple previous recruitments, all the techniques I was programmed with to program others. Ironically, I don’t remember learning them-the one memory locked away from.