You know I wasn't taking it seriously, but, what they hey, how often does a witch offer to do something good for you? Even a "white witch?"So I told h...er how I'd always had this dream of being able to make characters in books and movies come to life, or to enter their reality. I told her I wanted to be able to talk to Tom Sawyer or Atticus Finch. Those weren't the folks I had my dreams about, but I saw no need to tell Karyn everything.Anyway, she said she'd see what she could do.So it's a couple. Reaching out to pull the front of mypanties down, I thought I would die of shame. "Please no," I begged,finally finding my voice. Over and over all I mumble was, "Please,don't." She would have none of it. "But I have to," she told me. "Ihave to know all about my new sissy boy," she said, as she slid down mypanties.After lowering my panties, she slowly looked down. Going slow so as tostretch out my discomfort. "Wow, I have seen babies with biggerequipment," she giggled.I couldn't hold it. Ally glanced at Ben's bleeding nose, and then turned back to Barclay with a look of disgust. "I had no idea you were that violent!"Barc stuck his chin up belligerently. "I am NOT going to apologize for trying to save you from this twit's grubby little paws!" He folded his arms across his chest for emphasis.Ally snorted. What I do with my time is none of your damn business!" Christ, Ally, the little shit is practically stalking you!" I repeat, it's none of your damn business!" Now she was. And then I would be filthy dirty forever, and even Paul wouldn’t want me, I thought as I cried until I could cry no more. And then it occurred to me. I had no other choice. I had to get Paul to make love to me before Daddy fucked me. I suddenly understood the difference Paul said there was between making love and fucking. I had to get to Paul. And I had to not let Daddy get to me first. If it meant that… I wasn’t going to think about that. I would do what I had to do. Once the bruises.