"You still got a thing for her?"Well, this was a curious discussion. "Yes, more so than ever," I admitted."Well, you know what? You should do somethin...g about it. Now's the time. I need to tell you, you have impressed everyone here with how you've dealt with The Program. Even the guys-though some of them are jealous at what you've got dangling..." Oh Jesus," I interjected."No, really," she continued, "some might be jealous, but all think you've got guts. And half the girls in this school want to. Later that night, in bed, I asked Josh if he fuck my ass. He sat silent for a few minutes and pondered my question. At last he looked at me and said, "Yes, if you will teach me."After work the next day Josh and I stopped at an adult store hidden among the cities other fine gems. We walked in and went straight for anal toys. I found three butt plugs of varying size. The largest plug was for me. The two slightly smaller plugs were for Josh. I also found a dildo that was fairly close to Josh's. As I said the new arrivals had somehow made me feel uncomfortable. So I figured it would be a good time to go home and finish repairing my car.As I walked up the lane to my cottage the two girls kept returning to my mind. I couldn't put a finger on just what it was about them that made feel so damned uncomfortable.Once I was home however they were soon forgotten, as I returned to the task of reattaching the gearbox to my LandRover. I had spent the morning replacing the clutch; the struggle I'd. Her mother remarried when Heather was 15. Her step-father was retired from the military and teaching history in one of the private academies. He was much more strict than Heather's father had ever been and more than her mother. They had regular shouting matches ending with Heather screaming, "You're not my father!" As the months went by, Heather felt like her mother was clearly choosing sides against her. She swore she would get out as soon as she could. Heather took a part-time job at a.