”“I know,” he said, flashing me a winning smile. “Your photo is on the jacket. I read that far while I was standing at the shelf. I took the b...ok from the shelf because of the title, but I kept it for reading because of your photo on the jacket, Mr. Winthrop.”So, now he knew my name. He’d gotten that off the book too. Somehow that brought him closer to me.“You came in because of the snow?” I asked. “Is it snowing harder out there?”“Yes, the snow has picked up,” Theo said. But he didn’t press me. He showed us how to lay out the string line to measure for square. I listened carefully. Truth is that the building had become so mechanized that once he started us square, and as long as we did as we were told, the framing of the floor system was a piece of cake.We got the whole sub floor in before the end of the day. A third man joined us after lunch and we flew through the remainder of the sub floor. Just before we left for the day it was my job to staple down a plastic drop cloth, just in. Thus i reached my higher secondary, virgin at heart and soul. Then it happened my dad was transferred form one metro city to another. So we had to relocate. My new school was not the cities hi-fi school, it was too late for the admissions. My mom and dad set out on a day’s advisory session, telling me how I could study from any where, etc, etc. First day at school, I enter school to a large building completely surrounded by residential complexes, and noooo play ground. And contrast to the high. Or both maybe there were multiple hands a husband & a wife using me as there sex fantasy to deflower a vigin school girl.My breathing quickened as the strangres fingers increased there tempo over my clit & occassionaly entering inside of me, the fingers covered in my warm freely flowing juices & wrapped by my tight cotton paties.How could no one see us, how could someone be so brazzen, then again I guess we were packed in like sardines.I had never had anyone finger me before but I had.