“Would you like another drink” I asked as she’d already had three Vodka and Tonics.“No I’d better get the last bus” “I’ll run you home...” “I think I’d like to go now thanks” as we left the pub we walked over to my car that was parked in the library car park, as it was dark the car was in a lonely quiet area, we got in and I lit a cigarette she asked “Can I have one” “I didn’t know you smoked” “Only when I’ve had a drink”, as I passed her one.After we’d smoked I gave her a long look and she. I lifted her up, and ran the hook through the one of the notches of the belt, so that her arms were pointing all the way up. I them dress up my precious doll, by putting on spiked ankle clamps, the spikes piercing her ankles easily. Her eyebrows flinched, but she didn’t wake up. Pity. After taking another moment to bind her more securely with a few bits of rope, I took hold of a long, metallic cane, which I had glued several razor blades to the tip. The first few whips from the cane drove the. I swam to the far side of the pond. Just then I heard someone walking down the gravel path.I hid behind the old mill trough. It was Bobby Morris. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. He certainly was more mature than the other boys. The sun glistened off his chest. Suddenly the water didn’t feel quite as cold.I felt myself staring at his body.He looked all around. Then he slid off his swim trunks. His little turtle had surely grown up. Even the pictures in the sex book didn’t look. Obviously my parents don't know any of this, except that I go to college, which they're happy about and they don't pry into my private life.We go to nice restaurants and they've taught me about good food and wine.They've also bought me a lot of really nice clothes, including very expensive bras and panties that I model for them at the fancy underwear store where we go. The sales girls go crazy when we come in. And guess what? Frederick likes it when I dress up in schoolgirl clothes and wear.