She never closed her bedroom door so I saw her naked or half naked all the time. A few times she stood bare breasted in front of me talking. She was n...aked in bed and never covered herself. I was glad she was so comfortable with me but she was driving me crazy. One day I was talking to her in her bedroom as she got undressed from school.All of a sudden she came over to me completely naked and hugged me to thank me for being so patient with her apartment hunting. Omg I wished I had been naked. You have my permission.”She looked at me.“Go ahead,” I said.There was silence. She squirmed. “But Sir, my hands are bound…”“Yes, they are,” I said, helpfully.There was a longish pause, then, “Would you please make me cum, Sir?”“What will you do for me if I do?”She gulped again, then looked me in the eyes and said, “I promise I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”“Anything,” I said flatly, as I had a week ago.“Yes, Sir. Anything…”“In that case, do go on with your story.” And I resumed. Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig. Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in shooting some pictures at a DRAG SHOW for him.I was off that night so I said I would.See,it suddenly occured to me that these were the type of people I needed to meet.I had to. I waved that Giz Wiz just about ready to behead the nearest object when she sidled up to me and gently took it from my hands. She turned it over a few times and smiled at me.I've never seen an eleven year-old's efficiency since I'd been one. I remember that back then I COULD fix most anything. Why now I was totally clueless I can't say.Lindie was standing at the door to the bedroom smiling and watching our interplay. Michelle handed the thing back to me and picked up the packing tape dispenser.