‘I’m going out,’ he yelled through their bedroom door as he headed for the stairs. ‘Don’t be out too late, dear,’ his aunt yelled back. Ma...t took the pickup. He wasn’t sure how his aunt and uncle would react to that, but he didn’t care. Question was, where could he go? Who could he talk to? Who could help him out of this mess? He went to Dianna’s house. He wasn’t sure why, it just seemed like a good idea. He parked the truck in front, got out, walked up the sidewalk, and knocked on the door. . . hmmm, more than quite awhile. How long had it been? A couple of weeks? More????? After a bit of reflection I realized that it had been more like a couple of months... or more?In bed that night I made an attempt... I tried to interest her in making love. She was so cold, so unresponsive. Then she changed. Turning to me she gave me a sweet kiss and pleaded a headache. I could understand that. I knew that making love would be difficult at best when one had a headache. I would really be cruel if. ‘Oooohhhhh!’ Becky moaned as my hands worked first her left and then her right foot. ‘Oh this is so nice….’ Becky said faintly, her voice trailing off as my hands began to slide up from her feet to her ankles. As my hands moved upwards, I discovered that indeed Becky did not shave anywhere, just as advertised. Her calves were covered with a thin coating of hair, light and fine hair almost imperceptable to the touch unless your hands went in the opposite direction. Initially I’m not sure what I. That was my first time with any other guy. I thought I was doing it for a purpose and I won’t be enjoying it but it was pleasurable,” she smiled admitting it.“When I come back home I felt the rage in me and I wanted to confront you immediately but then I stopped, it was like letting you go too easily, I wanted you to feel the same agony, same pain that I have gone through. I was humiliated by your behaviour and I want you to feel the same humiliation. So I didn’t talk to you and acted normal. I.