I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you be one at a dance? Would you be one wearing pants?Girl: Not at ...a dance, not wearing pants. Not in a car, not at a bar. Not in the pool, not at a school. I would not be one here or there. I would not be one anywhere. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you, could you, when you pee? It's so delightful, you will see!Girl: I would not, could. Ryan was trying, but, if it wasn't the guys on the team pulling him aside to talk basketball, it was the horde of girls accosting him as he tried to make his way back to Laurel.One was particularly persistant. To make matters worse, she was everything Laurel wasn't--a bubble-headed bleach blonde with enormous tits and a waspish waist who was slobbering all over Ryan. Besides her self-percieved physical shortcomings, Laurel was well aware that she didn't slobber. She loved Ryan with all her. This is so wrong in so many ways.Through the thin walls and the equally as fragile door I can hear the other occupants of the plane laughing and chattering. Life goes on as normal and everyone seems to be completely unaware about the fact that my boyfriend is currently going down on me a mere few feet away. In the bathroom of their private jet. And when he removes one hand from my ass in order to slip three fingers inside of me and aggressively thrusts them in and out as his tongue continues. Mommy was in favor of Daddy doing these things to her? She watched numbly as her father switched the phone to speaker. "Here's Catherine dear," he announced."Hello honey," her mother's voice spoke from the phone. "Your father's been telling me how things are going with the new setup we are putting in place. He tells me that you're starting to get used to it but still not quite there. I wanted to talk to you and tell you that I understand that it's hard but that it's for your own good dear..