‘You’ve dodged the question for a few days now.’ Leslie blushed, the question of course was her first time. She’d been avoiding this discussi...on for the last few days, but now it seems Gen had buttered her up into talking about it. ‘You first.’ ‘Fine, if it’ll make you feel better.’ Gen replied. ‘It was my senior prom. I had a bad week, a very bad week before. I wasn’t going to go at all, even though I spent all my money on my dress. I used to waitress at a Denny’s. No glamor, but it got what. I came harder than ever before, discovering this new exhibitionist streak in me. Then one day I wanted to treat her to some stockings, some black fishnet holdups. I felt so nervy as I bought them in Marks - what if they thought they were for me?? As it turned out, the holdy up part irritated her skin, and so I took them home with me. But it felt wrong to waste them. So wrong. So I took them out, and I don't know what came over me. I just wanted them ON ME so bad. I felt my heart speed up as I. Both Ben and Alice knew about my voyeurism, so withoutany embarrassment I explained, “I’ve told her she candate. She can have single privileges for however longshe wants.”By now Debbie was blushing in humiliation with theconversation focused on her and boys. Alice on theother hand had a twinkle in her eyes. Looking at Debbieshe patted her hand and said, “I know a boy you canhave sex with.”Astounded, Debbie asked, “Who?”Alice probed, “Are you. Late that first afternoon, when the sun had lost its scorching power and it was comfortable to walk through the hay fields, I was strolling along, just enjoying being out in all this fresh air, miles away from the traffic and bustle of the city. It felt good to be somewhere that didn't make any demands on you, where the rhythm of life was so basic that you just became absorbed in your surroundings. In the city, in my experience, that kind of relaxed absorption is well-nigh impossible. But.