I wonder what they are like? Smelly, I should think. I think you will discover soon. I will want you to tell me all about it. I will, believe me, ...derive pleasure from your discomfort. Do you feel despair? Despair is important too. Only you can decide whether you feel hope or despair. I want you to feel despair. I want you to know that there is no chance of you ever regaining my respect. I will continue to tolerate your repulsive, cringing presence as long as you work hard for that. .. can't do that," I stuttered."Come on, honey, of course you can. You're fourteen; surely your familydoctor has looked at you?" He patted the exam table next to me. "It'sokay, Joanne, it won't hurt."I could feel the fear returning as I complied. I slipped off my skirt,folded it slowly and carefully and placed it on the table behind me. Ilooked at the doctor with tears rolling down my cheeks. He had acomforting expression on his face, as though he'd been through thisbefore, but I felt he. Soon it felt as if two or three hands were taking turns sliding between her legs, touching her, feeling her wetness, beginning to slip between her wet open lips, eventually moving to slide inside of her, gently probing. Each touch seemed to do more than the last, until she was writhing atop the table, her nipples aching as they were toyed with, a series of hands teasing and playing with her sex, finding her clit and rubbing it when they observed how she bucked in response to the stimulation.Her. How do you tell someone you really enjoy that you won't go to church with her.That Sunday and every Sunday after, we went to church together. A couple of weeks after I had started to go with Mrs. Williams, Sarah Lee came with us and let Keesha help her with her kids too. We started a bit of a tradition. I bought a big roast on Saturday, Mrs. Williams would put it in her oven on Sunday morning, and when we returned from church the three families would eat Sunday dinner together. We poor folk.