" You haven't reported to him regularly?" He didn't ask me to." I suggest you start now then. Tell him what you have achieved against the plan and men...ion that there is a concrete problem which you are investigating and saying that you will keep him informed of progress." Thanks, Tom. Good idea." If the contractor starts to wriggle then you can call in ministerial help and support." Tom paused and then grinned. "Mind you," he added, "if they're in cahoots you'd better hire an armed guard and. I didn’t really understand what my uncle was talking about when he mentioned a boy may wanting time alone but it didn’t take me long to figure it out. I was up early Sunday morning so I could get all my chores done before we went to church. Yes, I said to church. We had only one in our little town. I guess it was nondenominational because it was the only one in town and it was where everyone went on Sunday morning. The pastor fit right in with everyone else in the community except he. Whatever was wrong with my legs was contagious. I had one arm folded across my boobs and my other hand protectively covering my mound. The driver then just took my wrists and moved my hands to my sides, with no resistance…He did not just pounce on me. He took his time, running his hands over me, playing with my boobs and my mound while I lay there as though paralyzed. But I could feel everything he was doing to my body.I could feel my nipples getting hard, reacting to his touch.Heat was rising. Here, catch, my dad said, throwing a blueberry bagel over the oven and cupboard island, eat it in the car, were going to be late already. My parents went out to wait in the car while I quickly tied my shoes and spread a little strawberry cream cheese over the bagel, scarfing it down before I even got into my moms mini van. Im going to be asleep, I said, still half asleep. Teenagers, my dad mumbled as he turned his radio podcast down. The hour long car drive felt like a few seconds worth of good.