Most of his life he had felt like a fish out of water. He accepted that his desire was a built in thing and was just part of the way he was made.The s...candal happened when Jeremy was 15 and studying dance after school. One of the female instructors, a 54-year-old woman named Carol, was trapped in an abusive and loveless marriage. While neither Jeremy nor Carol had intended to have a relationship, they had reached out to one another out of mutual loneliness and pain and the relationship became. Wes was quite popular with the foreplay part of an evening, especially because he didn't seem to mind going down on a girl who'd just had someone come in her. He didn't lap up the guy's stuff, he used his fingers instead, but his tongue would dance on her pearl, and more than a few girls, under such ministrations, had a curling up, kind of climax, the kind where you can't think coherently for at least a half hour afterward.The best time, though, came when he put his finger in me, pressing up on. He carefully chose a knife from the array spread on the table in front of him. He checked the edge for sharpness and giggled when it bit into his finger deep enough to draw blood.He stared at the drop of blood, lost in the glossy deep red of it. It was so pretty in the light, much prettier than at night. Then it was too black and deep. Like deep wells that were waiting to suck him in or like the shadows that used to chase him in the attic. He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked on his own. ”Jacob called his housekeeper in. She had been waiting in the hall for him to call her.“Hester, we need to find some clothes for these girls,” he told her. “They can’t go around in towels.” Hester had been Jacob’s housekeeper since the death of his wife five years before. She had grown up in the family and was also the chief slave girl. She had shared her Master’s bed for the last five years also.“Master,” Hester said, “none of the other girls are this small. The two slave girls are older and.