"Roy? I need help with a female singer."Roy looked at me strangely. "The musical is over, the concert is over. Are you thinking of putting words to Po...p and Circumstance?"I laughed at the suggestion, and tried to merge the words "Hooked on a Feeling" to the processional to Pomp. The two of us laughed at that. "Actually, I have somebody with a wonderful voice, but it has never been trained." How old? Fourteen?" Not Merry, and she's fifteen," I smiled. "Eighteen." Kristen?"I nodded. Roy and I. In addition to all this, he rarely looked up from what he was doing, and when he did he always seemed to have his back turned to me or be looking in an opposite direction. When it had first happened a few days ago, I’d just assumed it was a fluke or something, and that he’d get back to normal the next day. But now, almost a week later, he hadn’t. Apparently this was the new normal. And this seemed to be the new treatment I was getting. It kind of hurt actually. That one-day we’d actually. He hadn't learnt his lesson.His second trip to A&E with his hands clasped around his electrified cock that he simply hadn't understood the lesson from his past.But then that's not limited to just the men of the species, I present Rainbow. She was a lovely young lady, if somewhat blessed with an unfortunate name. Alas, her parents were undergoing a marijuana-induced hippie phase at the time of my friend's birth and Rainbow Summer Fisher was blessed with a lifetime of sniggering.It didn't bother. One stroked my leg and ran his hand up to the hem of my black dress. I smiled at him, but I didn’t say anything to him. My skin was tingling, my throat dry. Maura was receiving some attention also. One guy had cupped her boobs. “Whose whore are you?” The guy who was touching me asked.“Tyrone owns me…” I told him defiantly, looking him straight in the eye.“Oh, sorry, I did not know…” He apologized.Suddenly both guys drifted off. Maura smiled at me and then I told her:“It would be nice to let.