“Where is she ?”, I cried“Oh. she said she had an errand but she’ll be here soon, my love”, answered Barbara the buxom barmaid who looked at...my tits every time she could and tried to “catch my eye”. She was pleasant and in her 40s probably although her make-up made her look older. She had been flirting with me for months now but she knew it was business.“Maybe on a slow night….Keep me in mind”, she whispered, as she wiped the counter. “One day I’ll elope with you”, I answered with a big smile. " I knew what euphoria was and that was about right. Whenever it happened, it was magical. My triggers varied a little but my most intense triggers were certain types of personal attention, non-sexual, or mostly non-sexual. So when Mr. Savage was measuring me or anything like that it often triggered it. Mrs. Black and Mrs. Johnson often triggered it as they played with me. When they nursed me and put diapers on me or anything of that nature. Mrs. Stein would sometimes have me lie on her lap and. Mr. Jeffers showed up about eleven o’clock. ‘Come on up to the house for lunch. Betty’s frying some chicken.’ ‘Yes sir.’ I washed up at the outside faucet and knocked on the door. To my surprise, Emma greeted me. ‘Hi Dick, come on in sit down and have some tea.’ I hugged her and kissed her forehead. She giggled because mama was watching. ‘Hi Mrs. Jeffers,’ I waved. She smiled and waved and returned to the kitchen. Emma brought my tea. ‘I’ve got to go help mama. Make yourself comfortable.’ Mr.. He had not understood her reaction, but like a typical male he had passed it off as some ‘flight of fancy’ or ‘time of the month’. He was almost smiling at her as he agreed which had infuriated her. Sara’s thoughts were disturbed by a sound from downstairs. She looked at the clock and realised that Marie must have turned up and started work in the kitchen. She roused herself to go down and explain all that needed doing today. She found her wearing her uniform and tidying the kitchen. ‘Hi Marie..