What’s a girl to do?I began to spin around to face him so he would kiss me and the next words out of my mouth were “You need to fuck me now!”He ...kissed me on the lips and gave me a little tongue, but pulled away before I could twist my tongue with his. “Maybe...if you’re lucky,” was his response. Then he gently pushed my back so I was sitting down. He reached and grabbed my ass and scooched my hips forward so they were just hanging off the edge of the dog house.He raised my legs so they were. "Oh no! No sir! Not with him. I mean ... I've touched myself, Father, but I've never thought about a man while I did it." This is serious, my child." the young monk said as his huge member throbbed in full erection. "How old are you." I'm eighteen, sir." the girl replied in a faint voice."Do you have a boyfriend?" Oh no! No! My parents said I couldn't have a boyfriend until I'm twenty. And they have to pick him out." This may be one of the special cases I mentioned, sister. I think we should go. "Someone you know or have helped in some sort of way. Someone you've talked to." But," I disagreed, "I don't know any young children or have much of a contact with them ... let alone a young girl."Just then, to complete our group, Tammy misted in. She materialized, in the center of the conference table, sitting cross-legged, head tilted back, laughing.Finally she looked over at me as her laugh faded saying, "You guys have it all wrong."I tried to read her mind but got zilch. Nada. "What is she. I had the FBI coming for me, or so they said. I really wanted a hobby some thing that would get me away from home and unavailable for any of them. I had always thought of myself as the artistic type, even though I had never shown any talent for anything.I waited patently for something to happen. When it didn’t, I moved on to trying to make something happen. When that didn’t work, I started to slip into a dark place. I was actually looking forward to doing battle with the FBI. Even that didn’t.