We met once at Stapleford Grange many years ago, while I was still at school."Veronica had only rarely visited her father after his second marriage, b...t she vaguely remembered an olive-skinned boy resplendent in cricket whites coming in to the Hall after playing at Sandiacre Cricket Club, and the following morning seeing him leaving in his black blazer and cap to go to school. A quick check of her dates left her guessing that he must be in his early twenties now."Yes," she replied, "I vaguely. ”“If you say so, Master.”“Come alongside me.” I did so...and he fondled my breasts, my belly and, finally, my cunt. “You’re very pretty,” he said.“Thank you, Master.”“And only 16, right?”“That is right, Master.”“I hope you are going to show how grateful you are to me for getting you off that flogging. I reckon you would have got 24 strokes of the Martinet, maybe even more.”I shuddered. “Yes, Master,” I agreed.“Worse even than that caning you got I reckon.”“Yes, Master,” I said. He was probably. I heard the toilet flush, and she returned with a warm damp washcloth and cleaned me down.I was sitting with my back on the headboard of the bed and she sat between my legs with her back against my chest. I kissed the top of her head and was swimming in the smell of her hair and body. It was sweet and warm. I was almost drifting off to sleep. I felt safe and at home. I was kissing around her neck and nibbling and licking her ears when she asked me to stop for a moment.‘That was the best yet, I. Just be my friend and let me love you, and the pain will be gone." "Okay. If you say so." I do." A day came when they talked about meeting. "Charlie, there's a real-estate conference in ----- in a few weeks. I can get away for three whole days. Can you meet me there?" Can I? Lemme see what's on my schedule--hmmm, no earthquakes, the Lord's not coming back, the world's not ending, I haven't broken both my legs or lost my mind--I could work around those anyway--" She was laughing happily. "Oh,.