I know her from school, but she is the year above me.” Elizabeth knew that made Maisie 16- years-old. She glanced at Mrs Shilton who said sternly, �...��Why are your knickers still on, Mrs Carson? I don’t have all night you know.” Elizabeth was taken aback, bit her lip, and quickly stepped out of her knickers. She looked across at Maisie. The 16-year-old was sitting down near to where the chair was and had made herself comfortable. “You seem surprised, Mrs Carson. The thing is you are being. Must have been a good one for Stacy. Wish the drawer had been left open so we could have seen what happened.Butts was feeling down. He had been so confident he was going to get to play last night. That man who had fumbled around in the drawer before using G had wanted to use him but couldn’t find the lube. The man obviously didn’t know it was a drawer down, in with the sport socks.I hadn’t expected to be picked. Stacy only played with me when she was alone. A Rabbit might be a girl’s best. This does not mean that they are the continuation of another story. It is just easier for me to type certain words. Jenny, Jenn, Joe, Stephanie, Steph, etc. are just easier for me to type than others. That is why so many of these stories are using the same names. Read the blog and you may also understand why many of my descriptions of "Jenny" are the same. She is somewhat of my fantasy recently.Jenny was somewhat excited and somewhat fearful; thankful of finally being able to talk the family. Before, the only ones who would talk with him were Zithrusa and Headman, and he couldn't even learn any of their names, including Headman, which is why he called him that. Zithrusa wouldn't tell him any of the families names either, it was up to each individual to form their own relationships. Now that he was everybody's darling, he was having the family introduce themselves faster than he could remember their names. Still, it was nice to be accepted, and everyone was being much friendlier.