I have left out names, in order to avoid further humiliation. As a teenager of 16, just finishing my final year of high school, I am an odd character.... I have many friends and I’m reasonably popular, being the big guy of the year. Despite this, I had never had a girlfriend, or even a drunken kiss. The slightest thing can turn me on: a tight skirt, a girl sucking a lollipop or most annoyingly, the sheer mention of sex by an attractive girl. I am quite an intelligent person and have no problem. Cove finished preparing the tool, set it down to cool; got up and started making for the kitchen. He must have caught her by surprise because he jerked his head over and snapped it right back again. When he got into the kitchen he looked over at me with a big ol’ shit eating grin. He got a glass of water came and sat down on the other end of the couch and whispered to me what he’d seen. I told him I already knew about it because I could see her reflection. After a minute or two I asked her if. Inthe bedroom she plonked me unceremoniously on the bedside chair,standing back to look at me and smirking at her results."One more thing and we can get you dressed sissy."I looked up at her nervously, just wanting to tell her to stop and letme go. She took something that looked like a silver pliers from her bag,to me it looked like a weapon of some horrible torture and as I lookedan icy fear grew inside me."No, no, OMG what are you going to do." I whimpered struggling with mycuffs as I. “Let me know what you’re doing.”For a fleeting moment Yulia lets her anger boil up within her. But it is only for a moment and she quickly caps it off. “I recognize that girl over there,” she says, looking in the direction of the person she is talking about.Curtis follows her line of sight and grins. “I doubt she has anything to do with this,” he says. “She doesn’t look like she can handle lifting a box of toys let alone take on a grown man.”“Looks can be deceiving,” Yulia warns. “Besides, I.