I trudged my way through the dismal November streets of Newcastle, I was on an early shift and it would give me time to compose my resignation letter ...efore the Super came in at 9.00am.By the time I reached the station I was soaked through to the skin, I had decided to walk the mile and half to clear my mind and prepare me for the confrontation I was going to have. But it had backfired, I now looked like a drowned rat. I struggled into the station and went to my locker to change into some dry. " "Good girl. Now I want to teach you your positions." She informed me that I would have three positions that she would just say and that I would be expected to conform to immediately. The First Position was on my knees in front of her, as she sat on the couch, with my nose on her on panties. She would frequently leave me there for long periods, testing me. She would talk to me, pet my hair, my body, touch my hard clitty or ignore me. Whatever she wanted. Sometimes she would even watch tv. I managed a meager smile as I looked toward the heart rate monitor thatwas steadily beeping every few moments. "Hi Aunt Roe," I choked out ofthe words. "How are you doing?"It was a stupid question I know, but what else was I going to say."Not too good," my aunt admitted freely."I know," I said as I took a deep breath once again and steadied myself."That's why I'm here."It looked like my aunt tried to nod, but it was barely noticeable as shemade the bed rise further into a seated position. "I'm. Shoulder length “almost” black hair and was shaving by this time about twice a week.Football practice at my school started a week or two before school started, so when I came home from afternoon practice my younger sister Kimmy was home and my mom got home from work about fifteen or twenty minutes later.On this particular day I came in the house and trotted up the stairs, a flow of adrenaline still pumping through my body from practice. At the top of the stairs there was the master bedroom to.