Now everything was primed and ready. As a finale to the evening, I was supposed to introduce a memory segment that would show scenes from our high sc...ool days leading up to scenes from our lives today. I had very carefully made sure that I had nothing to do with the gathering, editing or creation of these photos and videos. I wanted to be able to claim total innocence when the shit hit the fan. In reality, I had paid off the video company and everything that happened was strictly the way I. What choice did I have in this position? The man was straddling my waist with his knees barely touching my sides, his shaft was pointing toward my rising breasts, his sac was just brushing my stomach. All I wanted to do is touch him, but he had my hands locked above my head and I couldn’t reach anything. All I could do was feel the heat emanating from his body. I tried to raise my hips but he wouldn’t let me do that for long. He just shook his head and lowered his mouth to my face again. Oh. Pete said, "Let me just take a moment and see how the past week went."He opened the ledger. He could see dated entries written in three different sets of handwriting. He asked, "So, Laura, can you explain how you've all decided to organize this?"Laura cleared her throat, "We decided that whoever loses should make the entry. The entry has the date, who lost and why."Pete continued to read as he listened. There were three pages of entries for the week - thirty demerits in all. Pete added up the. Uncle Bill had no idea that I'd seen him hiding the photos so he went through to the shop leaving me on my own. I had to look of course. I moved the folder and couldn’t believe what I saw. They were photos of girls at our school, but amongst the ordinary ones were three or four very different ones. Very different ones indeed. One in particular caught my eye. It was of a very pretty girl with blue eyes and blonde hair, smiling in a knowing sort of way. I didn’t actually know her, but I.