Well, there had been Kathy in seventh grade, but all she would do is hold hands.Now he had his first real girlfriend; she was smart, fun, beautiful, a...d she definitely did more than hold hands. He had really had sex with a girl; he kept expecting to wake from a wet dream. He just couldn’t believe how great sex was, jacking off in no way compared to the real thing.Just a few miles away from where Ron was peddling, the twins were talking about the same thing. They had already known how good it. Also, he called for a round of applause for those who participated in the morning show. He paused, and cheers could be heard from some rooms. This room only clapped. Finally, he mentioned that some clarifications to Program rules would be posted sometime Monday.The speakers went dead again, and Mr Brown finished reading the announcements. Then he started the class proper.Deep in my safe place, I reflected on it being the last day of my Program week. I hoped. Somehow, that made me even more. I will have to go to the shop and get some more, however Rachel isn't awake yet and I can't leave breakfast cooking on the oven.". Julie replied with "that is ok, I'll stay and sort all of that out and when they wake it will be a nice chance to catch up with them as I haven't seen them in ages.". The mother thanked Julie and got her bag and we heard the door shut, because Rachel lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere she had a 45 minute drive to get there and back at least. Rachel and I were. You must be Robinson, the Master's new butler." I have that honour, ma'am," said Robinson as a younger version of Ayda bustled into the room, similarly dressed."You are the Emir's new butler? I am My Highness the Princess Alima. You are to serve us, as well as the Emir?" Of course, Princess."Robinson used the honorific but without a trace of a bow, as only the most superior kind of butler could; a mere formality that demonstrated no real feelings of respect or subservience, while perfectly.