I tried different tactics to stimulate myself. I was self consciouswondering what someone would think if they burst through the hotel doorto find a n...w girl going to town on herself. It was mortifying. Itsomehow seemed worse than being a man caught in the act. Maybe I justexpect it more from men, but not from girls.The thoughts did nothing to aid me in my attempts to embrace what I wasdoing. I pushed my hand away from myself before I reached for avibrator. It felt weird in my hands while. Her father was strict about her contact with the “natives” but she and most of the girls in her same situation ignored the rules of society and let the dark-skinned boys do anything they wanted just as long as their identities were kept a secret.Her older sister Roberta had taken her just a week past to a party on the other side of the island where the white female teenagers were all placed behind a velvet curtain that draped all around their waistlines and were completely naked from the waist. That particular weekend his wife, Vicki’s mother, had gone to spend the weekend with Vicki’s grandmother. Her grandfather had died a month earlier, leaving some estate papers needing to be signed.When Vicki came into the house, she was surprised to find her father still up. He could see the imprint of her nipples poking out against her bra and blouse, knowing the boy had made them hard while he enjoyed fondling them.“Is mom home?” Vicki asked, being she had realized that her mother’s car was. Why? Well because I make his life at work a misery, basically, with the way I treat him. Gerald HATES me.Giggle.I caught him ogling me one day, a while ago, when I was in a fairly wicked mood, and I decided to have some fun. I got up and strolled over to his desk, stood there smiling down at him."Question for you, Gerald," I announced in a voice loud enough for the other guys to hear."Whhat's that, Amber?" he stuttered."Why are you staring at me? Do you fancy me or something?"Silly question.