Its been dry these days. To be honest I don’t remember when I had sex last. Well apart from that, this is not my story but of a friend. So I will be...writing her words. I do have due permission from her to write it.I know this might be lengthy but its a damn interesting experience.Hello. This is Anita. I have always been a failure in love and relationships. After my mom died I was kind of depressed. Being an introvert, I have few friends. I was cut off from the world and always keep to myself.. "Didn't you say that you had plans with Sarah today?" It's nothing we can't put off, if you're not feeling up to it," Sarahsays softly, linking her fingers with mine."No," I say defiantly. "You know what? Some pampering sounds really,really good right now." Sarah grins and gives me a big, tight hug,cheekily playing with my bra strap out of sight of my parents!An hour later, I'm sat on a reclining chair in a sterile room, anxiouslyawaiting my 'treatment'. Sarah's sat beside my chair, holding my. . Switttt!A wail of agony was muffled by the girls bite block. Swittt! A true scream this time.An intake of breath from the audience. Mr Jenkins continued his awful work with the cane.After the first six were completed I looked round the room. Many girls could not watch, and turned their faces away. Some looked like they were going to be sick. Some girls though were staring at Michelle, unable to turn their gaze away. I noted these girls - I wondered how they would react when under the lash. I. Neither of them had the slightest clue of how close they had come to sharing in a disaster. When the enormity of what I had prevented hit me, I was literally shaking like a leaf. I glanced over and saw that Ronnie's mom had come running out and was clutching him to her chest and crying.When I got back home I related the story to Jean and Sandy. Sandy told me that the boy was Ronnie MacDonald who she had baby sat for some times. It was a short time later when there was a knock at our door. I.