I don’t mean a fake compliment; I mean a lie that only protects the person telling the lie, or the lie is designed to hurt the person being told and... people that that person cares about.I met Cathy at a wedding rehearsal. I was standing up with my younger brother Tom, as he was to marry Cindy, his girlfriend/fiancé for almost 5 years. Cathy was a cousin of the bride and my opposite number in the wedding party. As we were being introduced, I was impressed by her smile that covered her whole. Please let me share it with you and I will leave right away. If you don’t let me in I shall beat on the door and make a commotion. You wouldn’t want that would you? Please, please let me in I won’t hurt you and I just want to say thank you for the train journey.” Carol’s heart was pounding, her senses telling her to call the desk and have the man removed .. but he would have the paper with her room number and the desk clerk would remember her giving it to him. Oh god why did she do it? It. None of our bedroom doors had locks. Well, I think mom and dad had a lock on their door, but none of us kids did.I sat on the toilet and spread my legs. I reached down and began to rub my labia. Of course at that time I had no idea what it was called. I just thought of it as my lips. I had heard girls and even some of the boys talk about girls lips down there. After only a few rubs I looked down and noticed how red it was. I thought maybe something was wrong with me, but like Jennifer had. Then, on top of the velvet fabric I placed a rather large, and flat, oval-shaped black glazed platter, of the sort that one might serve a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. The entire set-up was up against one of the rooms walls, on which I had hung a large framed mirror. The over all effect, for me at least, was one of mystery, solemnity, and yet unmistakably exciting because of that! My young slaves seemed to feel the way.Once Andrew and I were in the 'sacred space', I had him completely undress..