" "Well, seeing as your seventeenth birthday is arriving at the end of you summer vacation, and that you have been hounding me to let you have your fa...her's old bug-eye Sprite as your transportation, I am willing to make you a deal." What sort of deal?" Well, based on the conversation we just had you think you could easily wear those clothes, and pass for a boy. I do not care either way if you pass or not. Rather I think it would be a good experience for you to wear these clothes for the next. “beach sounds great. Time? Who else is going?” My hands were shaking a bit from my run so it took me a few times to get the text right. I am forever sending typos. The auto-correct feature doesn't help. In fact, it sometimes results in rather Freudian-like slips.I was breathing myself into Downward Dog when Grace finally responded. “10:30. whole gang.”I meant to text, “ coming, meet u soon, yay !”but my auto-correct is used to me sexting Shawn, so instead it sent, “ cumming, Melissa soon, yay!. Just another few seconds. Someone pulled her off of me, and hands pushed me down,pinning my arms to the floor. “NO! GODDAMNIT I WANNACUM!” I screamed. Ann was screaming the same way. My mother showed up, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.She stood over us both, dressed in thigh high leatherboots, with a leather harness that had large ringsaround her nipples, chains that ran between her legs,and fingerless leather gloves up to her elbows. Shestood with her hands on her hips,. " She took another sip of her wine and then looked at me with puppy-dog eyes that begged to be taken and taught."So what should I do?" she asked."Well, we'd be talking once we got to the table," I said, "just like we have been. Maybe we'd have to get acquainted a little." Like asking you what you do for a living?" she asked."No," I said. "Guys get nervous when a girl asks that kind of question. It tells them that you are looking for someone who has enough money to afford you. And believe me,.