There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did.So I decided to do somethi...g unthinkable; ask my Father for money ~~It wasn’t called child abuse when I was a young girl.The age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as being ‘interfered with’.But Dad always rewarded me with a dollar or so; saying we were special buddy’s.I’d broke free of him by sixteen but I found the boys who dated me slow and frustrating; it was. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton’s crack that was showing through on her panties, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton’s vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused that she was in dire need of sexual relief, and offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties. “Oh my, Afton,” Miss Richards cooed softly, “you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?” Afton didn’t. Do you suppose they all pile up in one bed together?"Kathy's and Jill's faces were flushed bright red, and Bill's wasn't much behind. The women were embarrassed, but Bill was pissed. Wainwright had heard them as well, the frown on his face, obvious.Elks slipped out of the end of the pew and abruptly sat down almost in the first biddy's lap. There was a whispered conversation — well, conversation probably doesn't fully describe the instructions Elks snapped out. The first few words started with,. He spent a week depressed and deflated. Then he opted to go hiking, alone. His parents were by turns worried, concerned, incredulous and finally accepting. He could look after himself; it was just that he had never, ever been a loner. Could he cope with that?In the event he didn’t have to cope with being alone for too long. High in the hills, on the trail for the second week, he met a couple of girls camping alone. He had come to terms with being alone – the first week had been hell, this.