"Uncle Charley said, "As if you needed a license. Is that it?!"Winnie thought about it, lowering her hands again. "That's all that I can remember. Oth...r than you need to buy more strawberry jam."Uncle Charley almost raised his hands, "I thought it would come down to me. It's my job to do the dirty work in this house."He looked around, and pulled her by her white blouse sleeve over to the writing desk in the hall. "There's going to be some rule changes around here."Winnie said, "Just because I'm. So, not wasting time. I’ll start with the sex story. The sex story goes back to when I was in the school. I had opted commerce in the junior school when I was 18 and shifted to a new school. The first day, I talked to almost everyone and introduced myself. Here is where I met Shweta.She was quite impressed by the way I interacted with her and the others and the way I was cracking jokes and was not at all uncomfortable in the new school on my first day.As I looked at her, I found that she was. When he asked for a photograph she happily obliged. She blushed when he complimented her on her looks and one evening when she had had much too much wine she posed topless in front of the lap top showing off her firm breasts. Then things changed, he became more demanding, but she was hooked, this was her lifeline to the outside world and she was scared that if she did not accede to his wishes he would no longer contact her.Initially she had posed in her underwear in front of the full length. ’ ‘I know.’ I paused, swallowing back fresh tears. ‘I just … three years, Lance!’ ‘I know, bro, but we’ve weathered worse things.’ He gave my shoulder a squeeze. ‘Can’t we wait for her?’ I nodded, starting to cry again, this time for the hope that I could still have Lacey. ‘Yes, Lance, we can wait.’ We started over that day. Lance and I sat down and decided on a plan of action. We wanted Lacey to be a part of our lives and we knew what we had to do. Lance concentrated on his studies and I.