"But I don't remember it happening Bill, I swear it! All I know is that I went to a bar to get a soft drink before going to see Mary and woke up in a ...trange man's bed ... naked ... and ... oh Bill, he told me I'd begged him to do it, he said he had three friends as witnesses."Her desperate words had the ring of truth about them, but I was still unsure, though Ruth had never given me reason to doubt her before, or so I had thought. Had she been doped with one of those date rape drugs the media. “That’s right, young man. Everyone here knows about you and poor Tina and how you squirted all over her when she touched that thing.” Auntie Pauline shuffled around on the padded dining room chair and once comfortable, she began tapping my battered bum cheeks with her small clothes brush.I have no idea why I did what I did next, but it was swiftly, and efficiently, dealt with by Pauline Manson. I began to shout and plead with my History Mistress. How I’d be good in future. How I would behave. Just last week, she'd donated her old clothes to The SalvationArmy. She'd also given them all of the Britton boy's male clothes.Lyuba inspected herself in the wall mirror and primped her hair a bit.It'd grown to the point where it was only two inches from hershoulders. She planned to have it professionally styled when it wasshoulder-length. She held out her hands and examined her nails. She'd let them grow andshaped them, too. She figured it wouldn't be much longer before she'duse nail. "Why?" I asked, inwardly licking my chops."A volunteer," she said with a growl. "No family connections to speak of. Go chat her up. Let me know what you think."My goal, of course, was to converse with the girl horizontally. I approached and was introduced, took her elbow and walked her out to the garden. It was a fine day; the world smelled good. Her low-cut gown all-but framed her jutting boobs and her erect stance with shoulders back and back arched emphasized their size, shape and.