”Cheryl went to help Ness with dinner, and Dean and my dad started chatting about farm machinery. I was pleasantly lost in my own thoughts with Jule... on my lap when my mom spoke.“When are you going to speak to Maggie?” she asked.“I wasn’t planning on speaking to her at all,” I responded.“Caleb,” she said, “she isn’t just going to go away. She told us how powerful you are, and that if you weren’t going to work for her, then…”“Maggie Forbes is a lying, manipulative bitch,” I stated firmly. “If. " she admitted. "Yours?" It has its ups and downs." I said. "So, are you here looking for more sacrificial victims to the Corporate God?" She laughed."Not really, the boss has been on me to put pressure on one who's resisting." You don't like it." Does it show?" she asked wryly, then decided to change the subject. "How about we meet up later?" Anxious to pick up where we left off?" I asked."Oh, I'm much better now." she responded with a smile. "I have a hunch it'd help me take my mind off of. The ghost tree other students called it as there were rumours that the tree was haunted. It stood out from the rest of the trees in our school and not a lot of students went near it. For me, it was a perfect place. A place of solitude in an innocent time of my life. A place where I could be by myself and do things that I couldn’t do elsewhere. I was young and had just started discovering my sexuality, . I could feel my body changing. Every inch of it. My breasts were getting bigger and my hips. Though she looked like a child still, she was prettier than me. Her dark skin was flawless, her brown eyes were large and wet and gorgeous, her hair was luscious, healthy, and elegantly coiffed. Her arms looked perfectly proportioned for her age, and her fingers were delicate and kissable. Also, she wore a beautiful red sari or sarong or whatever it's called, with gold trim; it hugged her form gracefully and sensuously, her slight, childish curves pleasing to the eye. I felt a tingling between.