We cloak ourselves in the fear of living our lives. We see our lives not as magical gifts to be treasured, taken, emptied of every last drop of susten...ance. Oh no. We see our lives as something to be endured, gotten through, to get even with. The path of most people’s lives, leaves a trail of unopened doors, behind which lay the magic of life never released because of our fear. My life was easy in comparison to most… up until the summer I have described in the previous volume of my tale. Easy. Most boys would look her as a freak and wouldn't invite ridicule by dating her. Interesting enough Alex Pete's older brother found her quite attractive. At nineteen he had just started school a year before. Seeing her at a party he made his way to her from the far side of the room."Hi Carm, how are you doing?" Alex said.Turning around Carm held up the cup of punch she had been drinking saying, "Trying to enjoy myself." Kind of tough isn't it? These things are always so crowded. Never liked them. The headmaster at the school I lived at in England, Chesterfield, had favored me for the time I was there. He had laid some of the other boys, in the years I had been there, and I knew he was interested in me—and I in him—but he had not come for me and brought me into his bed until he knew I had been orphaned and was going to be withdrawn from the school and sent to Malaya. I would be far, far away before anyone would care enough about my chastity to raise an objection to the headmaster putting. As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed your green panties and see why they are your favorite. Thanks for the pink ones. I hope to receive more in the future." I hung the bag on the shed door handle and finished the yardwork I planned. I never did see her vehicle the rest of the day and even into the early evening.The following morning, the bag was gone. Dammit! I missed her. I did some idle work and kept checking the shed to see if she had visited. No luck. The next couple of days were.