Ohhh I can barely bring myself to utter the words. No sheer stockings, no delicate tiny triangles of lacey fabric pretending to be lingerie, no belt m...squerading as a skirt, no semi-sheer top that barely covers my stiff, expectant nipples, no tassels for me to flick across his face, no stripper heels, no clinging latex, no hobble skirt to restrict my movement, no corset to shrink my waist and crush my ribcage, and not even a princess tiara. No, the only thing in the package was an outfit that. I felt like he had worked some kind of Haitian voodoo on me, possibly involving the sacrifice of live chickens but most assuredly considerable chanting and naked dancing. It seemed that no matter what I was doing at any given moment, no matter where I was, he was on my mind.I've heard it said that men think about sex every four minutes.I had that beat by a mile. Every time he popped into my mind, the first thing I thought ofwas how wonderful, kind and sweet he is. The second thing I though of. "She looked up as he entered."Luke what are you doing here? What's wrong?" It's a complete mess." Luke started in hysterics."They hate the idea. I stormed off. Oh my god. I think they may have fired me. I think they are packing up my office. Look," he gasped pointing."That's Tammy," Jessie said. "I am so sorry. Don't worry. We'll get through this. I can't believe they would do that."They watched Tammy shuffle the papers on his desk. They watched her stack things and shake her head sadly. She. I’ll never be certain as to way, but my Step-Dad desperately wanted me back home the whole time I was banished. Eventually, CPS relented, and I returned home. I was truly a reformed character at this point. I was 16, having regular sex with my girlfriend Jenny, and was quite satisfied in that. Until the day that my Step-Dad caught Jenny and I having sex. I was technically grounded, but my parents let Jenny come over. My little brother, Jenny, and myself were all watching television. Jenny and I.