It was Bevvie. Her eyes opened wide.She looked me up and down. She wiggled her head from side to side and leered. "Yeah. You totally lost your virgini...y." Jeesh. Privacy much?"I stepped back so she could come in."Your parents go away for four days and you pop your cherry. But you didn't do it by yourself. Details, I need details." No you don't." Is it someone from work?" Jeez Bevvie. Let it go." It's a porn star. A married guy. A gigolo." Very funny," I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked. Then the strange part, as the master used an artist’s brush (duh!) and painted feathers all over me in shades of purple. The sensation of a tiny wet spot stroking a half-inch at a time all across your breasts and down your abdomen differs from anything else I’ve felt. When he got to placing down in the place where I should have had pubic hair, I became very embarrassed and very wet. He must be used to this, as he ignored it. He decorated my thighs with images of sweeping plumage, with every. Our cousins from the wood were making fun of my red breast, so I tried to dust my chest with daisy pollen, but the dust got up my nose and made me sneeze.”“Oh Robbie, you poor dear,” clucked Mrs Blue Tit. “Let’s fly back to our nest, it’s time your Daddy and me gave you The Talk. We knew it would come one day, and it looks like today’s the day.”“Er, Mum, I really struggled to get out of the opening in the nest this morning. I’m not sure if I can get back in. I’m so fat and ugly, no wonder my. ' I cringed inside even as the words came out of my mouth, but I was late for a birthday party at my parents', so had to tear myself away.It was only when I was pulling up outside my parents' that I remembered about the videocam; Laura hadn't rushed over as I'd expected she would as soon as she opened the link. Had she even looked at her emails this morning? I stayed in the car as the engine cooled, my mind working through the possibilities if Laura didn't realise it was there. When her friend.