The clip-clop of her heels on the stone floors only made things worse. She dare not run the water for a drink.Her knickers had been placed on the wash...asin for at least ten minutes before she heard a car pull up outside. A key slowly turned in the lock and a pensive Pierre entered the house with his step-daughter, Cleo.Cleo headed straight for her room when she heard her mum shout from the wet room.“Pierre, in here, now!” commanded Angelique.Pierre headed for the wet room knowing that he was in. She wondered whether he would sit next to her again the next time. Part of the reason she had wanted to go to school so far away from home was to make a clean break with her previous life, a life where she had rejected the advances of all the boys in high school. Perhaps she had been a little conceited, thinking they weren't good enough for her. But that was a product of fear; inside she had always felt like a little girl scared of what could happen to her.Coming to school was a chance to. When I put it on I could see my dark areola, so I had never had the guts to go outside the front door when I had it on. A matching bra and g-string that I did not recognize was also laid out. The g-string had less than 2 square inches of cloth to it I thought as I picked it up and examined it. The color matched my shirt at least so the bra should be about invisible under the shirt. I returned to the bath and finished my makeup, brushed my teeth and my hair and then got dressed. I was surprised. The other two nodded their heads in agreement."Fine with me. You do understand that the first time that you have sex, it will probably hurt a little. You remember in school when they talked about your hymen. That is a little tiny piece of really thin skin that is across the entrance to your vagina. I will break it when I push into you. Sometimes that's no big deal. For a few girls, that can hurt for a minute. Either way, once I push into you, I will stop moving and hold still until you become.