I shook my head, pulled a mock-stern face and mouthed ‘No way!’ Jake wanted me to show him my naked, bent-over bottom. As I was at the top of the ...stairs and he was looking from below, he would get a full, clear view of my rapidly dampening vulva. Despite my refusal, a thrill shot through me. Before that week I had never shown my naked body to any boy; indeed I had gone to great lengths to make sure it remained hidden. I had already learned that my stepbrother had spied on me over the years;. No! Make that a Zimmer frame (extra support). So there was I on a Saturday evening, with no Big Brother to distract from the pain, rising to the challenge of those beautiful shoes. Putting them on no problem. Standing ok too. Walking… yep the duck was back – where were those crutches? I was faced with the dilemma, do I (a) face the challenge or (b) just use them as, artistic sitting down, or perhaps standing on a good day, photographic objects? Trouble with me is that I’m stubborn, and want to. She pointed at the drink, but Schaffer pulled it out of her reach.“You won’t like this, buddy, it’ll probably shut down your kidneys.”The little Polar pouted, tugging more insistently, it was probably Schaffer’s own fault for encouraging her to be more assertive. Oh well, one sip would probably send Shrimp scurrying across the kitchen to wash her tongue under the faucet, a small amount wouldn’t do her any harm. He drank from his glass, downing the amber liquid within until scarcely a mouthful. June thought for a moment before talking. “I’ll be seeing Roger this afternoon. Let me find out what he thinks. Can I call you back tomorrow after church?”“Yes, please. I do hope you consider doing it. Not only the demo but staying overnight with Joan and me as well. I think we can have a good time after everyone leaves. I may even ask the girls if would each would give you a little tip for your helping them.”“No money. That would make me feel like a prostitute. One more question. What other.