Six months have now passed since my last chapter and I am now over sixteen years old. Whether I liked it or not, sex has now well and truly become par... of my life. Between my Tuesdays at the MC and my escapades at school, I now had a very active sex life. Sick-Boy had begun to learn the art of being a tattooist. I was one of his early subjects and now I had various skulls, roses and crosses spread across my neck and left shoulder. Almost every fortnight since he started learning I would have. I'm going to do things differently than I did before, but I still love you Millie. You just did what you thought was right." But you want to have SEX!" moaned Millie. "And part of me says that's horribly wrong, except another part of me knows now what that can be like and I WANT that for you too, and I just don't know what to do any more." She was obviously distraught."Millie," I said. She looked at me. "Look, a lot has happened in a short amount of time. You don't have to do anything right. Kathryn finished her small bunny and I give Kathryn a couple bites as well. Kathryn leans against my shoulder and Sams leaning on my chest. It feels so nice to have them close to me like this. I realize this will be one of the happiest moments of my life I only wish it could last forever. No one knows exactly how many of these perfect moments you will have. Who knows what it takes to earn them. Was it something as simple as making the pancake bunnies for my family or helping Ron and Reese have. "The doctor is looking over the rim of his glasses and staring at Paul. He's stopped taking notes and from the quizzical look in his eyes for the first two seconds, it's apparent that he's got several questions to ask. Then the doctor's eyes become the normal friendly look as he asks "I see. Well, having a recurring fantasy is a normal part of life. And your dream about you putting your wife's lipstick on your lips while you masturbate, is a fantasy. What else do you do in your dream?".