The clay beneath John's fingers seems to magically transform itself, from a shapeless blob into a graceful pot.John asks Meg if she is ready to try an... make something. John has her to wet her hands. With both her husband and John watching, Meg reaches into the crock holding the clay and puts a lump of it on the middle of the wheel. John tells her to put a little more clay on the wheel. Then, he shows her how to sprinkle just the right amount of water on the clay. Following John's instructions,. " I was, like, "Start? Startwhat?", but I didn't want to anger Mother so I spent the next severalhours cleaning and tidying up the house till she returned.When she returned, Mother called me into the kitchen and had me sitdown at the table. "Shaun", she said, "I've noticed what an aptitudeyou have for housework and what a good job you do." I blushed at thepraise as she continued, "And I've checked with several of the otherfamilies that live nearby and a number of them would like to hire youto. He told me that I was going to get a big dose because his girlfriend wasnt putting out. He was spreading my legs and lifting them up and told me that I could be a better pussy substitute in this position. He started to mount me and I felt like I was being screwed like a bitch by a male in heat instead of getting a dose. His reply was breathless as he kissed my ear and told me that he was SCREWING and I was his boy bitch that a lot of upper classmen have boy bitches and dont worry no one will. In her hands she held her school jacket, the one thing that had been covering her up outside in the corridor. Steeling her courage, she tossed it aside and walked towards Mr. Slater. He swallowed and stuttered as he stared at her braless teenage breasts, bouncing half in view."Taylor! Your ... blouse!", was his strangled words and only then did his eyes finally meet hers. She stood in front of him, looking a little uncertain but meeting his gaze."I was thinking, Mr. Slater, Sir...", she.