And this story starts when I was 13 and hanging with a kid who grew up near me, Nicholas, who was 11.His Mum and my Mum were friends and went out club...ing nearly every weekend, as they were both single. As my brother was out all the time (he is three years older than me) I was always left to keep an eye on Nick. Nick and I had grown up together and often shared a bed when we were younger and crashing over. One evening our parents had gone out and we were at his house, doing the usual things. In my head, I was eighty-one years old and I was having sex with not one but two seventeen-year-old girls. I had great-grandchildren almost that age! I should be in jail. Maybe if I’d been sent back to 1952 into my fourteen-year-old body, I wouldn’t have felt so guilty because I remembered myself and the girls in that era. A kid like me would never have had the opportunity to have sex with one of them. But this wasn’t 1952. This was 2018 and the kids I saw that year as V1 were children to me.. Even if I now, the way I am, attempted to use my bit of freedom as Hostess to get me off the Island, I´d be delivered back to Harriet. The punishment is pretty awful. I tried it once. I never will again.’ ‘But why did you try if it´s so damn good?’ ‘Same silly state of mind you´re in. You get to thinking and feel claustrophobic. And then there´s a nutty feeling of guilt, that you really ought to try….. Harriet canes it out of us.’ ‘Why don´t you ask Harriet to make a deal for you with Mike?’. She was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans that appeared vary tight on her shapely body. “Hi” she said as she approached me, “I’m Jacks wife Mary”. Her voice was soft and sexy. “Ha, Hi” I stuttered, “I’m Bruce” I said, “I work with Jack at the factory”. “Oh hi Bruce, Jack told me you were coming. Please, excuse me. I have to bring out the bear before everyone gets here”. Mary turned around and walked back to the kitchen. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as her ass wiggled when she walked. My.