This woman who only a few hours before was just some fetish on my radar, she was now saying “tits” to me and telling me I was sexy. “Hope I didn...’t offend you. Sorry. I should have said “breasts”, right?” “No, tits is fine. I’m good with them.” Fuck. Stupid thing to say. “I’m good with them”. With what? Her tits? “Good. We’ve got that out of the way,” she shot back at me. “Glad you like them.” The rest of the house seemed a blur to me. People coming and going, many of them young like myself and. "Stick your tits out babe," he demanded."Now hasn't she got the best pair of tits you've ever seen?" he asked.I let my eyes flicker over her torso then I remade eye contact with him."Yes Sir," I replied truthfully."I like you Jack," he laughed again. "On your knees again slut. Now get back to the bar and don't let me catch you looking at her again without my permission." Yes Sir," I said and left.I had to do something for again I seen something in her eyes. But what could I do against him?It. " Good. One part of growing up, as you know, is the onslaught of hormones. Unfortunately, not many teachers are willing to talk about the emotional strain of those hormones."Billy had a confused look on his face. "Emotional strain? What does that mean?" Well," his dad continued, "your hormones are not only causing changes in your body, they're also affecting the way your mind works. That is causing your brain to become confused at times and your emotions start to jump around out of control." Is. Well, I won’t! You’ll not sell me like some prize heifer. I’m your daughter, not some prize cow to be auctioned off to the highest bidder!”“Don’t you care about the people? Don’t you wish to stop the raids? The peasants are suffering grievously because of this.”“Why should I care about the peasants? They’re just peasants! They will always be suffering and poor. They always have and always will. That’s their station in life. The man I marry will be young, handsome, brave and strong! Not old,.