It rang three times before it was picked up. Paul's mom was the one whoanswered."Johnson residence," she said. I knew from her tone that she had seen ...thecaller ID, though."Hi, Mrs. Johnson," I said softly. "Is it okay if I speak with Paul?"She was quiet for a moment. Dad had informed me that he'd told them thetruth, and they had agreed to sign a non-disclosure agreement, but thatdidn't mean that she wasn't still upset."He's not here right now, Megan," she finally said. "But I'm not surethat. I am not submissive in my life and was wondering if I could be submissive sexulally. The thought of it excited me and made me hot and I regularly fantasizied about it. After many long discussions we decided that I would try it. I wanted to experience all aspects of being submissive and also bdsm while being submissive. I had discussed all of my deep dark secrest with him so he knew everything I was interested in and all that I had done sexually already. I must admit my sexual tastes are quite. I never felt uncomfortable when I showered with the other girls on the swim team or after PE. Chuckling under my breath, I thought about all the times the girls would joke about raiding the boy's locker room.Like most healthy girls, I was curious about boys. The line drawings in my health class textbook didn't really provide any details. I had seen a video at a sleepover once, but it didn't seem real. I covered my face and screeched along with the other girls at the pajama party. We joked. None of the injuries were serious let alone life threatening, just very painful. The sexual attack was more upsetting for me than the physical injuries. All the girls were there for me and the guys were ready to chew train track and spit razor blades. I really think they were more upset than I was. Truth be known, it was only two more guys than I did at a frat party in college I’m sad to say. Of course one guy did have Gonorrhea; so I got a shot of ceftriaxone and a Z-pac and the NO SEX for one.