"Let me open the window a little to help you cool down..." she said asshe turned to do just that as she carried on. "You know, I caught aglimpse of Je...'s new man. He looks quite a dish!" Quite manly..." she said turning to me and smiling, before adding,"...well manly in the sense that he'll probably wear a pair of trousersthat is!"She stifled another laugh.Oh fuck. I felt sick. What on earth was I doing, what the fuck was Idoing!"Personally I think Jen's missing out you know..." she smiled,. Before I knew it I wore her panties mosttimes we had sex and sometimes she gave me a pair to take home, telling meI must wear them to school the next day. She'd make me put them on beforewe went out with our friends telling me she wanted me to remember I was herlittle sissy (her new name for me). I'd love it but constantly worry I'd becaught and I guess she just loved having that control over me.And now you have the background, let the story begin.I never really fitted in with Jess' friends so. “None of your business who, you damned owl!” the little girl hissed into the night.The next sound she heard was one she knew well: Paul Macon’s laughter. The nine year old boy, dressed in black with his T-shirt pulled up over his face and the brim of his cap pulled low, emerged from the shadows not sixteen feet (five metres) from her.“I thought I saw something move,” he told her as they met, “but I wasn’t sure it was you.”A moment of whispered discussion and they settled on the banyan tree. But where inthe business world could a pair of peeping Toms keep up their littlehobby? Where were they going to find the hot young bodies they craved for?There were no nude beaches in Ohio. The two started brainstorming, abrothel might let them keep blackmailing people, but they would be stuckwith the same old whores, and bribing cops was expensive. A spa wouldn'tbe bad, but would still lack the verity they both craved. A week aftergraduation, Thomas had a revelation, they would open a store.