The invisible forces that bind us to our past. That shape our future. The invisible hand that writes the stories of our lives.With that thought, I hea...d for the shower.When I return, Gina is awake and in a panic. She’s forgotten about Johnny. I remind her he spent the night with a new friend’s family and we still have time to meet them for breakfast and take Jonny to the Mini Club. Gina sighs with relief, and I can see the wheels turning as she tries to piece together the events of last night.. "Well, isn't this nice!" I said out loud, "Just what I need." I looked over to the girls and said, "Pauline will you come here please?" she didn't move, I sighed, "Jessica could you help Pauline please!"With a broad smile on her face Jessica dragged the struggling girl to me, the rest of the class just looked on with troubled faces. I picked up some Velcro straps and waited for the girls to arrive.I smiled at Jessica, "Thank you; you're such a helpful young lady." She preened herself when she. "Our first attempts were clumsy. We were in my room, sitting on the bed. We both closed our eyes and completely missed the other's lips. We finally found each other and we pushed our lips together. It made me tingle all over. When she opened her lips and touched mine with her tongue it was even better. It was a good thing that the door was shut and the radio was on, because we were both groaning. Debbie reached up and cupped my little tittie. I almost had an orgasm when she did that, it felt so. There were girls at school that I had liked, pretty girls thatsat with their friends and shrieked when we kicked the football atthem, but I didn't feel like I wanted to talk to them. I sometimeswondered what happened to those girls. Barbara Thomas or AlisonBlacksmith, or Hannah who I think had taken a liking to me when I was13 or so. Their names stuck in mind more than other, actuallyimportant people.Girls were a bit of mystery to me full stop. I tended to regard myMother as strangely.