The window had a reflective film on it that enabled me to stand up close without anyone on the other side being able to see in. There was a street lig...t in front of our block and our high fence made the front yard very private. I couldn't work out what had happened to her "work rules" that she had reminded me of earlier in the day but the little butterflies in my stomach that I always got while waiting in anticipation soon made me forget about all that. Soon enough I heard the gate latch open. She knew precisely what 'psychosexual reprogramming' meant. Hot flushes rushed through her smooth, trim belly. How could this be happening? How could they have made this decision without even consulting with her? It was her life, her future, her body. "Don't I have any choice in this?" She wailed, making no attempt to hold back her tears. "Yes," Scott answered, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, "you can go back to living on the street and scrounging for food through garbage cans." "That's no. "Giggle. "That's because we ARE in love." How's that work? I mean, you and Dan, you're more than twenty years apart." You and Stoney are ten years apart," she countered. "Age isn't a problem for US. Other people have a problem with it. And me being fourteen when we married. So many people thought that I was being exploited and Dan was a child molester. I guess some still do. But I'm the least exploited girl on the planet." I have a hard time seeing you as exploited," I said."Nikki went through. .. This time I didn't resist. I continued to suckle and grope her bosoms while she caressed my engorged member, stopping for a moment when she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, but her hand quickly returned. I drank until I was no longer thirsty, then I looked up at her, our eyes locked as lover's. I sat up, placing my left hand behind me and holding the back of her head with my right, pulling her into me as she pulled me into her. Her hand held my cock still as we both closed our eyes, our lips.