A phase I was going through. That was what they said. My father loved classical, my mom easy listening, my sisters were a pair of pop princesses. None...of them realized the hold that this darker music could have. My fingers began to ache though as I listened. It grew more and more till I realized, that what I was wanting was to be playing along with them. I wanted to be sitting there in that smoke filled bar. A hard stool under my ass, my fingers sore from playing guitar for hours but never. I smiled and kissed him. it was a great morning, me and billy told my mom we were needed to move stuff in my room so if there is something in the door way that we are sorry and we will move it once we are done. But really we were having sex, it was great as always I put my legs around him again, then he lifted me up and pushed me into the wall. And he humped me harder there. it was great when that happened he rubbed my boobs really hard, I said not that hard he put less pressure and it was. Please...don’t do this to me...don’t make me......." I had taken his soft smooth skinned chin in my hand and turned his face to look at me. Such a sweet, innocent face. "Now, now , now, Teddy. We had an arrangement. We had a deal. You agreed to it. I told you, if you made a fuss or tried to back out, you would not enjoy the consequences. Can't we get through this without upsetting you or me too much. What's an hour of discomfort and embarrassment a week? In an hour or so. His idea was that if I pulled into the driveway fewer neighbours would notice. How wrong he was; as I climbed out of the car and locked it just about every curtain close by seemed to twitch. I just smoothed my hair over my shoulder making sure it was just so and swayed my hips as I walked to the door. I rang on the bell and within seconds Peter opened the door just as though he had been standing right next to it. “Come in, Miss Kylie.” Peter tried to usher me in quickly but I re-smoothed my.