The buzz of conversation was all about the house – room arrangements, sizes, floors, function, appliances, doorways, windows, and even gimmicks that...would be nice to have.We had a dozen chaises and chairs scattered around on the lawn near our swimming hole, plus Elsa had gotten a large shed installed to house the water toys, towels, and even serve as a changing cabana for our more modest friends – if we ever found any.Also in the shed was a gas refrigerator than ran on propane. Instead of. I staggered downstairs tothe bathroom to clean myself up. I was leaking and enormous amount ofcum, so I sat on the toilet and let as much as possible flow out beforeI used the douche to clean the rest out. I wiped all the cum from thecrotch of my panties and used a hair dryer to dry it. I then fixed myhair and then went to my room to fix my make-up.I then went back to my chores but every time I saw Master Jason througha window, he'd smile at me and grab his crotch. I'd just smile, put myhead. It was pretty low key and non-confrontational. It was something to endure, something we could endure, and enduring it we were. If anything, it had more a positive effect than a negative one. The Legion of the Doomed became a true group. We hung out, went to each others houses on the weekends. We became friends.We officially received our name on a Saturday, late in October. We were all together at Mike's Pizza (no not OUR Mike), along with Ginny and Her best friend Alicia, and Arden's older. Ping turned to me, something she needed to say, “I will talk to Yen later today; I must tell her.” “Tell her what Ping?” “Tell her I Love You, Steve.” She kissed me quickly on the cheek and jumped into the car, before I could respond. Oh my, what I feared seems to have become reality, and what I didn’t want was to cause pain.While waiting for Long to return, I phoned Yen; it was a good time, her lunch-time, but she was engaged; five minutes later, same; another five minutes and she answered..