Some things are so obvious, when you think about them!
At the Cottage, which stood on it's own land, surrounded by trees, so wasn't overlooked by any other houses, George showed me over – it was lovely, in a completely different way from the Caravan' It was farmhousey, on a small scale, with just a lounge, a kitchen, bathroom/toilet and one bedroom, with a bed easily double the size of the one we had snuggled into at Shangri La.
     “You'll have to catch me,” I laughed and rolled over to the far side of the bed, pretending to be trying to escape, so when he moved to go round the bed, I rolled back across it, but this time let him catch my ankle. He was excited by the game already, the bulge in his trousers gave that away – he pulled them down and Big George sprang up like a Flag Pole! 
 
    “Is that my Prize,” I squealed and took hold, thinking that if he cums quickly I'll get a bit of a rest before the Main Feature. But he must have taken one of Monty's Magic Pills because he was able to hold on while I wanked him furiously, then took him in my mouth for a good suck, but that worked, and I got a gob-full, which I had to swally, before George kissed me and used his tongue to rescue some of his spunk for himself.
     As he was still standing to attention, he insisted that I Ride him like a Cowgirl, so I climbed over, till I was kneeling either side of him and lowered myself down as he carefully slid Big George into me; once I was fully impaled, he began to sing 'The William Tell Overture' which was the theme tune
 
from 'The Lone Ranger': “dun, dirry un dirry un dun dun, dun, dirry un dirry un dun dun, dun, dirry un dirry un dun dun, dirry un, dun dun dun dun” with his pelvis bucking away like a bronco and me bouncing up and down on Big George! It was actually great fun for me, forby the fucking I was getting, it seemed to release the child in me and I sang along with him, as we held hands, fingers laced and at the right bits, he threw our arms wide as his thrusts paused and then resumed the gallop.
     “I need a Cowgirl Outfit,” I shrieked and he laughed and kept going like a Mustang! This was what I really liked about George. Liked, as separate from Loved. He could be great fun and as playful as me. Sometimes the years seemed to fall away and we were just like two kids playing about.
     Until Big George reared his head, that is!
     And sometimes that changed George.
     There were times it was like he had a drive about him that had nothing to do with me. No, that's not right, it had plenty to do with me, or rather, had plenty to do to me; but it wasn't about me!
     I really don't know enough about Men to tell what's 'normal' and at 13 I knew even less. Because I'd been drugged or something the previous weekend, I'd no proper memory of what the other Men had done to me – I worked out that they'd fucked my face, my bum and my See You Next Tuesday, but so had George, before that. And I knew from my black eye and other stuff, and poor Pavel, that it had been a lot more aggressive than George ever was. But I wasn't so stupid that I couldn't guess that George had the capability. He'd been there when they did what they did to me and Pavel and as far as I could see he'd been as much use as a Chocolate Dildo – and at least you can eat a Chocolate Dildo afterwards!
     So I suppose I felt that I shouldn't say or do anything that might cause George to be rough with me. And so far, in the time that I'd known him. He hadn't been rough with me. There was just the nagging doubt about last Sunday, but George had said it more more that Martin than anybody else, and as I didn't know him. And I don't suppose Pavel did either, we might have said or done something that triggered it. Whether that is right or not, I did kinda work out that I could be the cause, or the trigger, that might make George, or that Martin. Or any Man upset or angry with me. I could be the cause, in which case if I did say or do the wrong thing, it would be my fault – even if I didn't know.
 
Putting two and two together definitely made four and I realised that it would probably be seen by the Man that I was asking to be treated rough if I didn't do what he wanted, or please him enough. He'd be well justified, it seemed to me, It's not that I really had anyone to learn all this from, it was just me trying to work it out from what George – and Dr Montgomery – had said. It wasn't that hard to understand.
     I was here to please George. Okay, that was obvious.
     If I didn't please George he might get fed up, or upset, or annoyed, or even angry. Obvious.
     So, if he did, I shouldn't, well, couldn't really, complain, cos it would be my fault anyway. I mean it was dead simple to work out. And I think me and Pavel had both come to the same conclusion.
     And I had decided, that week, that the best thing for me, no matter what anyone else might think or say, was to do everything to prove to George that I knew my place, I knew what he wanted and needed of me, and I'd do absolutely everything I could to please him, satisfy him, and keep his Love – because that was what I wanted and needed over everything else in the whole wide world! Fuck Stacy! Fuck Mum and Dad! Fuck School! None of them really cared about me the way George did, they'd proved that. None of them cared where I went or who with or what for, so why should I bother about them. Except Pavel, I think he and I were going to be very close and who, knows, maybe I could persuade George to ask Dr Montgomery to give him Pavel. Because he'd be far better for Pavel than Dr Monty.
     Although – there was just one thing.
     I'd always wanted to get on Jim'll Fix It!
     I wanted Jimmy to Fix It for my cousin Jo to have a holiday at Disneyland. Jo was my Mum's Sister, Josephine's daughter, and she had Leukaemia and nobody, not even the Doctors knew how long she had to live, and I wanted her to get this one Special Treat, and I knew that if I could get on Jim'll Fix It! Jimmy would Fix it! He was a fantastic person who raised Millions of pounds for
 
Charity and did everything he could to make kids happy and I could just see the look on Jo's face if I got the chance to ask Jimmy to give her the chance to go to Disneyland! I'd do anything, to make that happen.
    So I decided that 1) – I'd make George Happy; 2) – I'd ask him to let me make Dr Montgomery Happy; 3)  – I'd beg Dr Montgomery to Fix It for me to meet Jimmy; and 4) – I'd ask, or beg, or whatever, for Jimmy to Fix It! for Jo.
     Just do what it takes and everybody would be happy, even me!
     Easy Peasy.
     And no time to begin like the present, so I crept to where George was having a little snooze and quietly slipped Big George into my mouth and began!