What else happened that week end The week end was a sort of living hell for young Rachel. Her dad and his new fuck-friend Sally spend most of their ti...e inventing new ways to use and humiliate her. Never in her life had Rachel looked forward to school Monday morning as much as she did that Sunday night. She thought about it several times; should she call the cops, could she tell them what was going on, would they believe her, would they drag her father off, would they protect her from him?. She was wearing normal gray panties, nothing fancy or sexy.I quickly said: Are you wearing a thong? At that moment I died a bit in myself! The inner me was like: What are you doing? This won't work and she will probably tell everyone about this!But I was drunk and horny and just wanted to try something.To my surprise she answered:Well I do wear thongs sometimes.I was acting stupid cause I saw here panties and said:No! I mean are you wearing thong now?She said:No, I had training before I came. Choosing ingredients that taste the best, preparing the food exactly how I like it. The constant sense of anticipation from the moment I buy ingredients knowing that they are the best to the last satisfying bite that makes you want to lick the plate. When it’s that good you know it’s worth waiting for. You get what you put in, for example the sauce, you can either use cheap oily supermarket own brand chocolate that is a nightmare to make anything decent with or you can use fine expensive. But why was I even thinking about this? SEX WAS NOT AN OPTION."I'm fine", I told her with confidence as we left the car.She smiled softly at me and gave me a 'sure there' look beforeadmonishing me, "I'm going to channel both our Moms here and tell youthat you should be careful..." She winced and added, "And don't worry,I won't say anything... although you should tell your parents whereyou'll be tomorrow."It hadn't occurred to me to even tell them I'd be at Mike's since thatwas just something.