Well, an issue..." Kara..." No, let me finish. My mental baggage. Mark, if you took me as your girlfriend, I don't know how I'll act when you want to ...et sexy with me. I might be okay one moment, and then just freak out the next. I just don't know, and I don't want to frustrate you, especially with something as intimate as sexual arousal. And all your friends Mark! I think of you now so differently than I did before! But trying to push this to guys in general, learning to trust... It's. “Would you let a lad piss his gravy into you if you were a lass?”“I would if that wouldn’t put a roast in my oven.”“Then that’s not a problem,” he said. “And what do you want this lass of yours to look like? Compare her to you on this mirror.” He conjured up a mirror, floating over the pentacle. I saw myself: a lad of eighteen, only three years into wizard school, still tall and gangly, with a long face with a few pimples on it, and messy brown hair. “First, no pimples,” I said. The. I held it and moved it around to see just how it reacted. After a very few minutes, Mark asked to look at my pussy, since he had never actually seen one before. My legs were spread some, but I stretched them out further as he lay between them and manipulated the folds. He tentatively inserted the end of a finger a little way into my vagina, I guess to see if there was any pain, or objection on my part. My reaction was exactly the opposite of an objection, so he ventured somewhat farther. My. You have to be joking.’ ‘No joke sweetheart……the alternative is not something you want to find out. One week and then your free.’ Reaching out and stroking her hair behind her ear he continued, ‘Besides it will give us time to get to know each other better……you never know this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.’ ‘In your dreams you bastard.’ * Sarah stood in the kitchen of the small house she shared with Rachel pouring herself a coffee. She and Rachel had been friends since they met.