Popping cherries was, I guess, my favorite hobby that summer.We went down to the rec room, and they sat on the leather sofa while I perched on a barst...ol. We got introduced and I was right, they were both nubile, fourteen and eager. By then my prick was aching, its head ready to peek out of my shorts. Statutory rape was my game, a dangerous one I knew, but a lot of fun."So," the dark-haired Valerie said, "since were all under sixteen, it's OK isn't it?"I nodded. "Sort of, but you can't go. . smarts than most of those I’ve met here. We had to, being stupid got one killed very quickly.”Well, cross that one off the list for re-visits.Our next venture also wasn’t a rousing success. I took him to a live stage play. I guess I should have known better, he won’t watch movies and dramatizations on TV, but I thought live action might work better for him. He sat through it dutifully, but I could tell he wasn’t enjoying it much and on the way home I realized why.“It’s like the people that. “Do I have your attention now?” she asked. “Can we talk without an explosion?” I was suitably chagrined. I knew that I had to make this right with Lissa.“I’m sorry for acting like an ass this afternoon, Lissa. I really fucked things up, didn’t I? I hope that at least you’ll forgive me even if they withdraw my scholarship offer.”“Well, they might have withdrawn the offer if they hadn’t been forewarned about the possibility.”“Who warned them?”“Who do you think went to the college and asked to. I find some rope underneath my bed, left over from a previous science experiment and work quickly to tie my boy’s arms to the head of my bed. His legs, white, slender and feminine flail about uselessly. He isn’t making any audible sense his cries are hysteric, I tear a piece of duct tape and before I put it over his lips smear my tongue across his mouth. His green eyes have a look of terror but I can’t go back now.“Relax Taylor, I only want you to feel loved again” his body stiffens as I put a.