I can recall thathe told me that my massaging throat sucked him down there. I nodded but I didn'tunderstand what he meant with it. When I, after three...months, had passed his finely art-of-fellatio-test I gota new everyday duty to perform and carry out. I must every morning sneak into his bedroom, get under his comforter from thefoot side and wake him up by my mouth and strictly remember every detail he hadtaught me to do. I loved it when he praised me and I could not find any limitin my strain. I saw a sign in the window of the small train station: Youngsville’s Population 568. I checked my phone’s notes for the address and I began heading towards my new home. The only problem was, which way? I looked around for anybody who could help me. But there was not soul in sight. My first thought was to check the small train station in front of me. I walked towards it and stepped into a small hall. I heard a voice from the other end of the hall so I headed in that direction. There was a booth. Melbourne?With I sigh, I had stood and started a long slow amble back to my room. I did keep an eye out, but didn't see them anywhere near my door. I had stood in the shadows for a few minutes just to make sure, but didn't see anyone. The hire car was still parked in front of the room, but I didn't see them anywhere.Almost guiltily I sneaked around to my front door. I paused at the door, just in case.Silent. No light from under the door.Summoning what courage I had left, I turned the key. There. This girl hit me and said, “If you don’t like my fries, then why are you even in line?”I couldn’t be one upped; I leered at her and said, “Who are you, Elephant Girl?” I said that because she was clearly taller than me.That’s when my sister intervened, “Helen,” she said, “I want you to meet my little brother Tommy.”The ‘tall one’ smirked, “I can see why you call him your ‘little brother’. Where’d you get him, Munchkin land?”That’s how it started. A few minutes later we were all at a picnic.