” don’t worry Hannah, I can keep a secret if u can. This will b our little secret? No peer pressure of course haha”” ok but it...#8217;s a secret. And did I mention u look really nice tonite?”” thank you and I’ve noticed u look especially sweaty? Haha”The next day I fired up the healthy lookin joint, and passed it to Hannah. I noticed she was wearing a Jean-type skirt. Not a mini-skirt, but certainly not in the long category. She was wearing a dark. "Because," she replied. "We haven't been to the beach in over two weeks.Mom said she'd drive us."It was a bit sad. All of us were sixteen and had our drivers' licenses,but no car to drive ourselves in. Both Emily's parents and my own werereluctant to let us drive alone anyway. At least Ethan's parentssometimes let him borrow the car.But the beach meant wearing a different kind of swimsuit than I had wornthe last time we went. And the only suit I owned was the bikini my momhad insisted on. ”So this was the first thing we did not have in common; I felt sure there would be many more.“So, Jack, slave time. It’s for the weekend, so that’s Friday night to Monday morning...”Horrified, I immediately interjected, “Erm, Saturday morning, Sunday night, surely.”“Erm, slave, I’m in charge and eighty quid is eighty quid, I’m getting my money’s worth.”I shrugged, there was no fight in me. My hangover hurt too much if I did something rash like thinking. It was either Grace’s house, or Friday. I had to make a decision, do I take it slowly, as I had up to now or, do I just push the monster straight in, now that it was at the widest point and wasn't causing too much discomfort. My body made the choice for me. An involuntary shiver was enough to send it deep inside, to lodge, nestled and snug, with just the circular base protruding. I gasped at the feeling of fullness and recognised that familiar tension in my lower abdomen, like the ignition spark of a furnace. The first steps of an.