I think he is having a greater effect on you than just improving your grades and he is coming to mean more to you than you are prepared to let on. So ...et me ask you this, what are you going to give him for Christmas?"It suddenly dawned on me that I had not even considered this. I had been so taken up with how he made me feel and the discoveries I was making about my sexuality that I had not given Christmas a thought. I looked at my dad in surprise and said with a wail,"I don't know, I haven't. ”“Thank you. I know how lucky I am,” he said and smiled at Lilian.Still, underneath my attempt to keep their suspicions about Carla and me out of the picture, I knew that if she suddenly did not return home, they would suspect I had lured her away. I watched everyone taking bites of the peach cobbler while I wondered what I should do. Am I asking for trouble? It would be nuts to take her with me?When I finished eating I looked up. No one had spoken while we ate. I watched Carla bring the fork. Hovering thus, Tink felt paralyzed. If she flew closer she’d capitulate, if she flew back towards her master, she’d be putting more distance between herself and Richard. “Happy thoughts?” she shouted at a pelican cruising by her. “My happy thoughts make me sad!” As the sun climbed higher into its noon position, the last glimpse of the East India disappeared over the horizon. Sadly, Tink flew back to the Jolly Roger, still in port. The closer she got to the ship the faster she flew, anxious now. Anybody could have you, if they only tried.” “No!” I exclaimed, a hint of a whimper in my voice. “I’m not a slut!” The moment the words left my lips, I wanted to slap myself. She only giggled. I gasped again when her hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them downwards. Before I could realize what she was doing, my fingers touched her thighs, touched the silky, hot skin there and started to tingle. It was a crazy feeling. The discomfort I felt towards her was still present, but it was overshadowed.