He found reasons for not accompanying me and disappointed though I was, I assumed he had entered that Freudian stage of seeking other female company. ...hat he was engaging in some sexual activity became clear when, putting away some handkerchiefs in his drawer, I found a packet of condoms. ‘Well, at least the boy is playing it safe,’ I thought. At the same time, I felt a pang of regret that my ‘little boy’ was growing up. I became somewhat alarmed when this growing up process started to include. Oddly enough, you don't really seem to be getting bored, hungry, thirsty, etc. In fact, you just seem to be existing. It is almost like you are in limbo. A thought occurs to you as you sit or stand in this place. What if your thoughts make this place what it is? What if your thoughts ARE this place? What if...Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a voice from nowhere and everywhere."That is exactly what this is; 'What if'." W-what do you mean?" The idea of talking to some disembodied voice. And Irene thought, these meetings with the three was unknown to anyone else but the three.Some days later when she had her after school service in the barn, she was sucking her boyfriend while his brother was fucking her from behind. Being completely occupied, she wasn’t aware, that one of her three boys from school had entered the barn. He was looking for some time and of course he had a hardon at once.When Irene’s boyfriend had shot his load and limply fell aside, the boy saw her gaping wet. What have I done. He starts by moving me over to the blanket and lays me down flat, spreads my legs wide. “I think we’re going to teach you a real lesson.” He starts to look around the room and then toward the fireplace. There’s a thick wooden mantel that runs the length of the room, with large pegs here and there. “Don’t move.” He goes to the bag he brought in and pulls out the leather cuffs he uses to tie me to the bed. He comes back and places them on my wrists and ankles.“Stand” He leads me.