“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her. “We can do that all night, or I can tape your mouth again and pinch your nose until you behave.” I would ha...e done that, except I wanted to kiss her. I also wanted her to kiss me, but that might take some time and training. I kissed her pretty lips, then told her, “Okay, up and into the bathroom with you, slave. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I sat her on the toilet and told her to take out the butt plug. She just sat there until I stepped into the other room and. To her delight and dismay, her father had said yes. He told her she was now an adult and that it was now her decision to make. He even went so far as to give her a hundred dollars to pay for her con badge.Now though with what she had wished for just moments from happening Mary was in a state of wide-eyed panic. She continued whirling around her room checking and recheck drawers to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything. A knock at her bedroom door broke through her delirium. She raced over. I thought for a few moments “Why not? it sounds fun” I said, “Good” replied Wilma “it’s set for the 21st you need to be there at 4pm so I will pick you up at 3pm, I said you would not miss the chance of a petite 22 year old” and so that was that all arranged, Sure enough exactly at 3pm on the 21st Wilma rolled up in her car and I jumped in she handed me a package that contained a pair of new crisp white cotton boxer shorts and a small bottle of Cacharel after shave “that’s all she wants you. " Nobody seemed to remember that, pre-Susan, my "social life" had been pretty much a zero; that kind of goes with the status of certified nerd. Besides, when you've had your dream and lost it, it's tough to get all excited over the idea of settling for an empty substitute.But my friends didn't want to listen to that, which they downplayed as "just whining." I'm not sure why friendship is deemed these days an excuse for intrusion into one's private feelings, but it seems to be so in the eyes of.