"I felt gentle but insistent strokes. The sensation intensified when I realized that the bonds kept me from acting on them. The music changed to Satie...'s Gymnopedies No. 1 As must have been her intent, my world narrowed to focus on her brilliantly blue eyes. Still, the music, the aroma of roses, and the warmth of her skin combined to make me utterly comfortable -- was it some sort of return to the womb? In any event, I surrendered first to sensation, but next to a nonverbal communication, indeed. How wrong could I have been.She practically barged into their locker room, surprising everyone that was there. Most of the boys were half naked or about taking off their gear to go jump in the shower when she stood there at the doorway ogling them. "Hi boys!" she audaciously walked into the room while the groups of eleven men surrounded her, all of them sweaty or dripping wet from the shower they'd just had. She probably looked like a lone cheerleader who'd just strolled into a den of hungry. "I don't think you should," Terry said softly as he watched her open hismother's top drawer."Does it bother you to be so close to your mother's private things?"Wendy asked."Maybe. I mean ... well ... a guy doesn't fuck his girl in his mother'sroom every day!" I wish you could fuck me in that nice bed every day. It makes me feelas soft as the sheets!" Wendy said."Softer. A lot softer!" Terry agreed."My goodness, Terry! What on earth is this? A ... a dildo! A dildo! MyGod! A big electric cock!". "You sound like Cindy," Terri said.I could have been upset that I was being compared with a girl three years my junior, but we're talking about Cindy, and at this stage of our lives, I think Cindy is somehow the pivot. Or maybe the keystone. My first sister, with emphasis on the 'first' part. "Nobody sounds like Cindy," I said. "Except Terri!" Which was the truth. Seven and fourteen both horribly intelligent and precocious, and there's some sort of attraction between the two.Alan and I had a.