The first-person portions—which are going to read like a script—are in bold and the second-person portions in italics. Hence, the introduction her... in bold AND italics, to eliminate confusion. Third-person’s in its usual (non-bold, non-italic) form. And be forewarned, this is a LOOOOONG tale. At least in comparison to my previous efforts, this is my ‘epic.’ You may wish to bookmark it and come back to it. Thank you for stopping by Smokey’s, and I do so hope you enjoy your visit. Happy reading!. "I thought about what happened in the garage ", she began. "I really don't know if I can trust you". He started to try to reassure her but she stopped him. "Talk is cheap". "I need a guarantee". She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. When she did I caught a quick glimpse of her slit. "If you want to keep working here then you'll have to agree to do what ever I tell you to". He quickly accepted her terms and wondered what she was thinking. Her eyes fell to his crotch. "I want to. “In my case, I never enjoyed getting it but I remember being really turned on when a girl I fancied described getting the cane for smoking. The thought crossed my mind that I’d love to cane her myself. Of course, there was no internet then so I thought I must be really perverted and kept my thoughts to myself. It wasn’t until I discovered spanking magazines as a student that I discovered there were others like me, and that there was more to it than just a quick six of the best with the. Then I learned something new about him. Since the time before I was fucking anybody, just ''fooling around'' as we used to call it, the sex I had with boys usually followed the same pattern, a downward exploration of my body, and, If I didn't quit ( and sometimes I did), Jerry or Jimmy or Steve started playing with the elastic band of my underpants. It was weird, they acted as if I didn't know what was going on. If we had done a lot of slow kissing, and especially if he had spent enough time.