I was spotted and reported to the police bythe milkman's delivery boys - they had seen me climbing through the windowof my parents home (the quietest ...way of getting in and out). The policewere called and my parents made their excuses.The situation was brought to a head.I was sent to a child therapist who through a series of 4 or 5 sessionsand one family session determined that I was jealous of my sister - shewas the eldest and never had to make do with hand me downs. Of course Iwas jealous of. I bent my head and smiled.That night Rahall asked mom if he could sleep with me. Mom said no. shesaid, "Wait a day more dear, you will enjoy it!" I knew what she meant.Anyway, he kissed me on my cheek and went to bed. I blushed. We toowent to bed. Now a days we were not getting up before 6:45. The nextday, I got up at 7:00. After I brushed my teeth and had coffee, momasked me to move to my room. There, she had kept a plate on the floor.I think it contained a mix of haldi and chandan and it was. "Feels good?" I asked, grinning, knowing perfectly well that it did; but I just liked hearing his answer!"Oh, god yes! It feels SO GOOD!" He replied.I knew he needed to come, and had needed to even before he'd come over, but I wanted him to 'suffer' (if that was the right word) for it just a little bit longer! So, I continued to squeeze his balls in one hand, and to teasingly stroke his small, but firm cock, in the other. But I was carefully watching his reactions as I did. I wanted him to. I knew that I deserved it.My personal life was, meanwhile, a disaster in the making. Back in Jackson, Mississippi, I had experienced no particular problem getting acquainted with young women. There had been no shortage of gorgeous women in Jackson, and I thought I’d done pretty well for a country boy from New Mexico.Lawrenceville seemed to be a different story. Despite being part of the Greater Atlanta Metro area, it was essentially a small southern town. A lot smaller than Jackson. There was.