She was able to get to the class without being groped, but as she reached her class, James was standing outside the door."Hi, Mary," said James."Oh, h..., James. How are you?" I'm fine," said James, as he took a good look at Mary's naked body. "You're looking pretty good today. Can I touch your tits?"This was something that Mary wasn't looking forward, but she didn't have any choice in the matter. "Sure, James, but please be gentle."James reached and started to gently fondle Mary's breasts. 'This. He promised that beforesummer was over we'd do something very special. Every night when Iwould go to bed I would try to imagine what he could possibly have inmind. I hoped that he wanted to have sex with me, but how could wedo it without getting caught.It was the first week of September before Mr. Simmons called me. Ihad been let go the previous week and I was getting ready for the newsemester the following week. He said that he wanted me to comeover the day before Labor Day and we would. It was different to what I had under my clothes! I was too young to understand what I was seeing, yet I was still somehow storing these images into my memory, which would go on to fuel my teenage and adult fantasies...It would be several years later that I'd begin realising what sexual pleasure was. At bed time when I was about 10 years old, on my own, I discovered that if I pulled my pyjama pants down and lay on my front, moving up and down on the sheets, it would feel really great after a. " The net result was your typical shotgun wedding, with me kind of roped in as an afterthought.Everything was sorted without any input from me at all: the wedding, the furnished rented cottage that we were going to live in. And the rules of engagement that we were going to live by after the wedding, as spelled out by Veronica. And possibly her mother, the Dragon!My sole contribution was to stand at the altar and say, "I do" when directed to do so. And then work my fucking fingers to the bone to.