Dorothy Winthrop called one day and said she wanted a follow-up on our discussion. She had some thoughts to share. "Can you drop by my place Thursday ...night?" she asked. That didn't sound strange after my liaison with Maria Blumenthal but I was surprised to hear from Mrs. Winthrop since her daughter, Lindsey, was a star student. She must have had something else in mind.She lived in a fashionable neighborhood that came as no surprise. The house was French Mediterranean architecture and surrounded. My parents had called me as the snow began to fall to ask if I could watch over her, seeing as she was only 17 and they wouldn't be able to get back for a few days. She was a short girl with brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was about 5-2 tall, standing at chest height to me. She had toned legs from her days on the track team. Her breasts small, but firm and perfectly round. After setting up the generator, we jumped straight into whatever board game she could get her hands on, quickly. Make the changes permanent.These were my day dreams, things I wound often master-bate myself too.But to do such a thing in the real world would be kinda evil wouldn'tit? Slavery is evil, and I believe people who knowingly participate orignore such things deserve to die. But fuck if I didn't get turned onby the idea of it. Good thing that I am of limited means, so as to notbe tempted.....But then one day - a different dream of mine came true. I hadpurchased a Power Ball ticket. "You can't. .." Tammy exclaimed. I think that phrase is her favourite when she's impressed."Oh look at the time..." she continued. "Are you hungry?" I asked. We agreed that a break should be taken so we made our way back into the main house to raid the kitchen. Mum had restocked the kitchen before she and dad had headed off for the weekend.I took Tammy to the kitchen via the plunge pool (the one that I had used to great effect with Joanne Williams)."Oh wow ... that's so inviting" she commented as we walked.