"I woke up an hour later just after dawn to noises at the back door. I pulled my clothes back on and, with my pistol in hand, padded down the hall int...o the kitchen. I knelt at the doorway into the kitchen and waited. The slight noises continued until there was a click and the door started to open."My pistol was cocked with the safety off. I was holding the pistol on a door. I smiled to myself at the ludicrousness of that thought. I stayed ready as a person slowly entered the house."I could see. Finally, I went to a charity shop and found a dress thatwas more my age group style and also a pair of lovely black shoes with afour-inch stiletto heel and ankle strap. It would be several weeks beforeMother finished her garment range, so now I was fully equipped to be thehouse model for Mother.I got home and put away all my purchases and laid out my make-up on myown dressing table, before changing into my newly acquired dress, a fullskirted, short sleeved garment in black with white polka. The Lucas King who saved my life without knowing who I was, who covered me up without taking advantage of me. The Lucas King I first met would never do these things you speak of."I started sobbing softly, tears rolling down my eyes. To hear her say that she believed in me felt like an incredible weight had been lifted off of my soul. I climbed to my feet and took her in a hug, burying my face into her shoulder as I let all the pent-up turmoil and emotion come pouring out of me. She soothed me. I was in one bedroom with one guy (bad time) and Louise was with his friend in the next. We were thirteen then, very sure of ourselves and everything too.*I had always known that Louise liked girls too. She never openly said so much, she wasn’t brave enough, but I knew. Louise was like that though, she was the most cooler of us and would do all the best things, many of which I copied.Louise let some guy do her in the bum and so I had bum-sex with a guy too. Louise let another guy cum in her.