He deserved the truth from her. But not telling him was not the same as telling a lie. She could keep it from him, and she would not be doing anything...wrong.Her pussy still strained with the need to confess. If answering his questions truthfully felt good, volunteering a truth would be ecstasy."You have something else to tell me, Gina?" Victor asked.Gina opened her mouth. Her pussy rose as if in anticipation."You can tell me."No. She couldn't tell him, and she had no idea why. She shook her. Could I do this? And what if I couldn’t. I didn’t have the money to get home by cab if it turned out that I could not do it. I was going to be trapped. But maybe it would be all right. God I hoped it would be all right.I looked across the room to where my little clock radio announced that it was 10:00 a.m. She would be here shortly. Butterflies in my stomach ran riot in their fleshy cage. I felt like I was going to be sick. I wheeled myself fast, very fast to the bathroom. I leaned over the. Finally they started laughing as they seemed to share some sort of nonverbal joke. "Okay. What's your deal? Why'd you pay for us." Her friend asked.This was it, I thought. I could explain myself and dig myself in deeper. I'd rehearsed this so many times in fantasy. "I.. I..." "Just say it in as few words as possible. Are you some sort of freak or you sayin' we need your money?" She asked."I'm a loser who wants to worship and serve you and when I saw you all I could think to do was pay. I may have actually done that, I'm not sure. Yes, I did date some girls more than once, and I did have some dates with some of the same girls from last summer. But I never felt any strong feelings for any of them. They were just how guys got relief from sexual tension. That's how it is in high school."When school started this fall, in the very first week of practice, I was helping this new girl do her mount, but she didn't jump when I expected her to jump, and instead of lifting her up, my.