I am full of so many feelings. Fear and guilt fill my chest and my body. My hands shake as I go to touch your waist. At first, I stroke and rub your s...omach through your shirt, before I slip my hand beneath the fabric to touch your skin. So warm and soft. So different from my own body. You react the moment my skin touches yours and close your eyes as your breathing becomes heavy.Fuck, I want this, I want so much to trail my fingers along your stomach to the waistband of your pants. I can see. And she kept her gaze leveled at me.I looked away, ashamed. Missed the tip-off. And lost the game, fifteen minutes later.I knew what that gaze had been saying. You can’t make yourself better by making other people worse.We met after school that day. Mercifully, she didn’t mention the game.The afternoon’s experiment was about distance. By having Angelina step a little further away after each command, we worked out that my voice was effective to about ten meters, at least on a playfield covered. We had gone shopping after the dinner. It was problematic if the girls were going to get dressed or we would be joining some nudist colony. My, my, my, it certainly exceeded any expectation I might have had in the physical changes in them those five years I was away had made.We went back to see Judy and thank her again. I told her that I really wanted to buy the girls something from her. I was going to be away for a while, maybe longer than I wanted, so that it should be something special. "We. I placed my palm on her back, and propelled her gently towards the chair, pushing her softly over its back. She'd need to be taught the rules, of course: "Hold onto the front legs of the chair, keep your legs apart, and don't flinch." The usual rules – easy for me to say, simple for her to acknowledge, yet rules that almost invariably were destined to be broken within just a few short moments."Please, sir..." A plea for what, I wondered? For leniency? Generosity? Forgiveness? Kindness? Escape?I.