A few years before Indio got to Boysville,Eugene and a guy who left called the Mongrel had ?toughened? me up?it had takena week, and as soon as I?d go...ne through a week or two of it, I could handlemyself, and I didn?t want any more toughening. Eugene had only had to tie me down a couple of times naked andwhip my ass with a strop before I learned fast not to make too much noise, andthen I was tough, and the Mongrel taught me to use my hands, which took care ofthe bullies. But Indio?wasdifferent.. Every time she would pass me she would throw a kiss at me or wink. There was nothing worth watching on the idiot box so I went back to my room. I was just thinking about what had taken place last night when Radhaentered the room with a glass of cold juice. She bent down and kissed me handed the glass ran her hands over my cock smiled and left. She asked the maid to leave after she finished cooking. Soon as the maid had left Radha changed into a sexy black lingerie andcame into my room. I smiled. When I went back to my spot where a shelf to rest your drinks and elbow went from one end of the wall to the other. Here the guys would rest their green or brown beer bottles and look at everyone who passed by. It was then that a dude, my age and height, came and stood next to me. We checked each other out and I nodded; he smiled. He laughed and leaned in to speak into my ear, "Thanks for speeding up the line in the men's bathroom." I gave him a broad smile as he backed away to look at my. " Oh! Thank you, mummy! Thank you!" But remember," she said, "I'm not forcing you anymore, Barry. You canstop being a little girl anytime you want." I know that, mummy," I said. "But now that I can still be a girl, wouldyou please keep calling me Beverly?"The rest of the Easter holidays went quickly. On Thursday Mummy took meand Tracy Otley and Fiona Rawtenstall to the pictures to see "TheAristocats", and on Saturday we went to the seaside. It was a lovelysunny day, and me and mummy both wore.