.. I don’t know what to say. I kept imagining that it was my father and I just fell apart.”“That’s not what I remember,” Melody said. “Wha...t I remember is my strong friend picking me up and carrying me to my mommy. She was so gentle and so concerned for me.”“Well, then I fell apart,” Bree insisted. “Oh, Melody.” The two girls hugged in the chair and I sat in the desk chair at the table. I hadn’t brought any homework with me.“Tony, don’t you usually sit here?” Melody asked.“Yes, but I didn’t want. "Oh, what are you doing here?" She blinked at me and then smiled. I had deflowered her about a month before."Hi," I said, "studying hard?"She nodded and sat down. She wore skinny-legged jeans and a loose sweatshirt that didn't quite reach her waist along with white running shoes. She looked delicious. She also looked freshly fucked, sated."Your mother is worried about you," I said. "She wants me to talk to you, about men I think, well, boys."The girl made a face and her mother left the room and. “You can’t know what my life has been like, any more than I can know what yours was like. I don’t know what it’s like to go to school five days a week. I didn’t have disappointments like being refused an audition for the cheerleading squad because of my flat chest as a teenager. I have no idea how it feels to be turned down by an attractive boy I fancied. I’ve been a slave for forty one years, and it’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t know any other way of life and I don’t know any other way. I was f******n and went regularly with my best friend after school. During the holidays, she would sometimes spend a week with me in my home and sometimes it was me who was sleeping in her home. At f******n, the senses awake, we start looking at boys. With my friend we were between age, on the one hand we were still little girls who could play Barbie, but on the other hand we started to be well trained, our breasts were firm and distorted our teeshirt and we knew than boys and even men looked.