But I wondered whywould I need the notebook again. Oh, well, I figured she was just sayingthat. As I left the guest bedroom, I saw Miss Emily coming u... the stairs."Come along, sissy, " she said. "I have one more task for you tonight."I followed her in to the master bedroom and on into the bathroom. "Here,sissy" she said, pointing to a pile of her soiled lingerie. "Bring that downto the laundry room. They all need to be hand-washed."I looked at the pile. Every aching muscle in my body seemed to. “How do we get rid of that puritanical bitch?”“I think you’ll have to take a number and get in line behind Sandy. As for Emmy, if they do visit, you have to go somewhere besides here. She can’t come upstairs. I’m going to call home tonight and let Liz know. She can tell Mindy who can tell Emmy.”“Where the fuck am I supposed to go? Wait! Can Amy spend the night with me without messing things up?”“Yes. They can’t use that against me. Conveniently, the rulebook doesn’t require me to snitch.”“How. ”“Are there more girls your age that live here?”“Yeah, there’s maybe ten or twelve more, some older, some younger. But they all look good when they swim. You need to come out and swim with us some more, Ethan. We’re all here every day during the summer and we get bored. We’ve been talking about making up a club, so we can all get together and do things. Collie asked some other girls if they wanted to do sex things. They all said yes, even two of the boys my age that have sisters want to be with. Why would he be proud of me pulling off his shirt? I quietly start taking his belt. Milan kisses me again as I pull down his pants. I can't bow down to completely remove them as that would break the kiss, but I can free his dick as well. We are still kissing and the boy went back to rubbing me. Every once in a while I can feel our penises touch each other. I wonder whether that's accidental or not. Milan stops jerking. He continues the kiss. His left hand reached for my right hand. He grabs it,.