" He flopped down on the grass at her feet. "And yesterday it was Chablis, and the day before ... Who remembers what it was." Still remembering what l...ife used to be like?" Her gaze somehow conveyed resignation, combined with a distant fondness. They had been lovers once, and probably would be again and again, down through the countless years. Right now, they were something less than lovers, yet still more than just friends."Used to be, and can be again!" He sprang to his feet with legs apart,. I didnt know it was going to be a chapter story if you want to read about how it all started read Cornfield Rape, Mr. Miller Begins Using me, and Mr. Miller Lets me go. This story picks up right after the events of Mr. Miller Lets me go.) When I got home Sunday I didnt say a word to anyone. Mr. Miller had washed my jeans and from somewhere found a t-shirt my size so mom and dad didnt notice anything. I looked like just like their thirteen year old daughter who had left Friday night to spend the. It roared to life and she gave me a wicked smile.We sped off down the street. It was quiet for a few minutes and then I broke the silence. "I don't have a destination in mind" I told her almost nervously. She told me not to worry about it, just to keep driving.I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. My dick was now raging in my underwear. She uncrossed them and said to me, "Do you like them?" with a pointed look to the tent of my pants.I felt bold for some reason. "Yeah," I told her. "but I'd. I was literally begging for my life!I clutched Smokey's thighs, afraid that if I let go I'd quickly findmyself en route to the hoosegow."You're right! I'm a...s...sis...sissy-boy! I'll be killed in jail! Doanything you want to me...anything but turn me in! Please! I'm beggingyou!"Smokey turned roughly away from me, wrenching herself free from my weakgrip, and caused me to fall flat on my face. I curled up into a fetalposition and continued to sob. "Stay right there on the floor, yousniveling,.