Well, ok, so I did. So what? What's your point?" She laughed, and so did I. She could take it as well as she could dish it out."Well... we're getting ...ready to leave here soon anyway, and you're so quiet during sex, it would take a long time for you to scream yourself hoarse. Maybe there's a back room there we can borrow for awhile?" I teased her."There is," she stated emphatically. She wasn't teasing. It gave me the perfect lead in to what I really wanted to ask, though."God, Megan, you've got. Carver opened a folder on her desk and I could see that it containeda picture of me which had been taken last week along with thequestionnaire and application I'd filled out at that time. She glancedat the contents for just a moment, not long enough to really read throughit all though."James...Jimmy Williams," Mrs. Carver said. "Age fifteen. This iscorrect." Yes," I responded, trying to hide my nervousness."Your request has been accepted," Mrs. Carver told me with a smile. "Youdo understand. Pip gathered up all her things and took them upstairs while I sorted out the pictures to send to Alice, I wasn’t sure whether to send the underwear shots but thought ‘what the hell’ and sent them anyway and when Pip returned wearing her night shirt I had to lift it up to see what was under it, “Lovely” I said as she had kept on the red thong, we lit up another joint and Pip got me a beer as we waited on a response from Alice.It was a warm evening and I had changed into a pair of boxers without. They had talked for weeks, months even if she counted their first meetings in the chat-room, she counted them, she counted everything. Slowly they grew together, little by little every chat, every message drew them closer. He took his time, held her back from rushing, forced her to let their relationship develop, forced her to put friendship before need, trust before lust. He was everything she wanted, everything but fast. Day by day she felt the trust forming, like a warm coat on a cold day,.