Oh, and after I got back from leave last year, Linda started writing me again. I did not even open the letters, just wrote ‘Return to Sender’ on t...hem and put them back in the mail. Until one, I opened thinking it was from my publisher. It was a series of photos of her, most of them nude, some x-rated.”“Oh god, what did you do?” Jan asked.“Oh, my old roomie was a fan of hers, he is the one that told me she went by Holly Wood. One one of them she had autographed it to her ‘Biggest fan’, so I gave. I had once been paddled at school (remember I lived in Alabama and there aren’t any laws against physical punishment) it had hurt so bad it brought tears to my eyes, but that paddling was nothing compared to this I made muffled protests and writhed all over the bed from the stinging pain. My ass was on fire and I knew I had no way of ever getting out of this, I laid there thinking of ways to make him stop but he then landed an even harder one on my inner thighs, almost touching my pussy lips. I. Karly’s a bit disgusted again. “Please, I don’t need your flattery. I am so sick of being around people who think if they say nice thing to me they can convince me to buy them a car.”Now it’s Linda’s turn to have hurt feelings. “No, that’s not how I meant it either. I’m just saying that you have a hot body and I really enjoyed your attention. I was fantasizing about you to turn me on while I masturbated.”“Oh. Now I’m the one jumping to conclusions. I guess that’s my defense for all of the guys. ”He stared at me, nervously, but also subtly amused at my girlish curiosity.“Why do you want to know that?”“This is literally the longest conversation I’ve ever even had with a boy my entire life. I have a million questions.”“It’s like you’re from another planet, and hear doing scientific research or something.”I pouted. “I’m not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment.”“It was a joke,” he said.“Oh. Sorry. I’m just feeling pretty socially outcast today. Jokes like that kind of ... Never.