Mostly, I wanted those legs. Those thighs. All you are to me is a pair of legs in stockings and a pair of lips for head. Other than that, you mean not...ing to me. You are to be used. That's your purpose in life. You signed that contract willingly, didn't you?" I nodded yes. "You want out of it now?"Once again I nodded yes."Too damn bad. I paid the lawyer a lot of money to draft that contract. It will hold up in court. Two other contracts already have. You aren't the first and won't be the last. A flurry of action in the moonlit drive:Three figures captured, no escape in the dark.Six parents angry; all 'twould take was a sparkTo set off their anger; for peace three must strive."We're sorry! We're sorry!" was all they could say,And quivered and quavered and started to pray.Ohmygawd! What price for their crimes would they pay?The mothers had planned for this very situation;Paul's house would function as an impromptu police station."You'll obey us," they said, "without hesitation!We. Paul grabbed at it and missed. Kenny snatched at it with a rope he had, but the monster got away. "That's him!" Kenny shouted. "Grab it! After it!" "That looked more like a monkey tail than a rope." Paul chased it into the closet, but was forced to stop as it threw stuff from the highest shelf. "It can't be that tiny dragon I made out of clay. To reach that high, it must be ten feet tall." Paul ducked behind Kenny. What would Missy do if she were here? Would Jason be scared? That was all Paul. Every Sunday we had to go to church dressed in our Sunday best and then me and Aunty Lucy would drive home where she would prepare the Sunday diner, and we would both wait until evening for Uncle Joe to finish his village rounds. This was the routine for a couple of months and I was beginning to feel a little frisky having not had any action apart from hurried wanks which were becoming a little boring. This boredom led me to try other ways to stimulate myself, and one day Aunty Lucy left me.