I never knew what my mother said because nobody listened to her.Aunt Grace taught me how to dig peat and potatoes, and when I was old enough, she taug...t me about sex, which she remembered very pleasantly. (She also taught me a little sorcery, but she didn't think I was good enough at it to go through the whole curriculum.)In the winters I went to a nice girls' school in Dublin, where the nuns taught us Latin and history and English, because they had some strange notions about women. Nobody had. "I know how much you like these heels, Jerry. Why don't you play with whichever brings you the most pleasure." She smiled as she lowered the shoe slowly downward, the tip of the heel scraping over my skin and leaving a light red trail in it's wake. I moaned as I felt it move slowly over my stomach, the hard leather back of the shoe brushing against the sensitive head of my erect penis. Her fingers moved faster inside her wetness and she moved her other hand to her hardened nub, fluttering her. Steven, out."Janet said firmly, "No! It's all right, Mom. He's a gentleman and he's done this before." Okay. Unzip, unbutton. Pick her up a little so I can get it from under her butt."I felt Steven's hands under my arms pull me up while I sobbed into his chest. Louise pulled my dress up over my butt, and Steven let me back down.They undressed me like a baby while I sobbed out my despair that the world was lost to me forever. I tried to say I was sorry but I couldn't talk.I suddenly felt five. You’d take some pictures of me naked, wouldn’t you?”I could barely believe my ears. Simran really was the wild woman I remembered hearing about. I said, “Uh, sure. When do you want to do it?”“How about tonight?” she asked.“Okay. We can go to the back room and do it there. No one stays here late except me, and we’d have total privacy. I’ll just run home and get my camera.”She thought it over for maybe a second, then agreed to be there at seven o’clock. Just for the hell of it, I blew her a kiss.