Therehad to be a next time, and I could hardly wait. A few days later I was alone at home again. This time I picked up the tongsand Dad's tool and too... them to my room. I tried the tongs on different partsof my body. They left little indentations, like toothmarks, bright pink. Themost exciting place was on the inside of my thighs, just below my pussy. Soonthere were rows of pink marks down my thighs. The tool from the lathe I puton my right breast, the soft fleshy part. I pressed the two sides. Men!I made us sandwiches and as we sat and ate them, Doug went through his accumulated mail which after a month was quite a lot. I’ll open anything addressed to me or us but I leave all of Doug’s personal mail for him to open.“Crap, crap, crap, bill, bill, crap, crap. Is that all they send out these days? Bills and advertising crap?”Doug’s favourite hate was junk mail. “What’s this?” He held up an envelope addressed to me.“You must have missed this one, Liz” and he handed it to me.It was from. Which way should he go? Greta had angled down from the hill to the stream, and twice since then he had seen her, well ahead of him, splashing as she ran. He was gaining on her, but now he had to decide which way she might have gone.He looked to the left, up the main stream, which now ran through a deep ravine. He could see something white through the trees. Maybe it was just some kind of water bird, like the egret he's seen a few minutes earlier. But maybe it was her.The tributary was little. Both of us were getting bolder by the day, especially me. I ha begun to enjoy this. Moreover I had now befriened his many friends as well. I was now always with his boys group and did not have many girl friends. Many girls gave me dirty looks. Perhaps they knew what we were up to in the last bench.Now Rajiv me and some of hi friends used to sit in the last bench and Rajiv tried his hands at many things. Most of the times I went along with him. His friens were quite cooperative and would always.