”She was still gasping for breath. “Oh…oh…yes, Sir,” she managed, and followed my instructions.“…And my slut does not do that,” I sai..., as if continuing my earlier statement, …when she is in the middle of being punished.”I had been expecting a look of dismay. I was disappointed. She stood there as ordered, arms stretched above her head, one hand grasping the opposite wrist, but it was as if by taking that position she had entered some Zen state of perfect and perpetual arousal, where release. I grinned at him, shook my head subtly, ‘No,’ pointed at myself, and mouthed the word, ‘Mine.’ He coughed and looked away to hide his laughter. We moved into the kitchen so Mom could work on dinner, and Tara insisted on helping her. Dad and I sat at the table and watched them in silence for a few minutes. Then he motioned me back into the living room. ‘Seth, he said, how do you really feel about this girl?’ ‘What do you mean, Dad?’ ‘Well, it seems kind of sudden to me. We talked on the phone. As it was with pin drop silence I was able to hear some little squeelings…. And as I was I able to hear a little moan sounds in between I got curious and silently followed the sound….. To my surprise it was coming from the other side of the washroom which is the wc….So I went near the entrance and made sure that it was coming from the wc…. I tried to peep in but there was no gap under or above the door and I was disappointed…. So I planned and removed the board and placed it down and I knocked. He got the scrubbing/washing part and I got the drying part. It was always like this. Every time he came to dinner, it would end up like this. It was tradition you can say. For the two years he had been coming over every once in a while and it led to this. So I might have been a 16 year old girl in love, what’s it to you? I knew what I was doing; trust me. I didn’t read a book and end up knowing the knowledge of life. He actually explained it to me. Could you ever believe? A 16 year old with so.