Jasmin was moving at speed when she left the den, and Damien watched her fly towards him. She didn't slow down as she approached.
"Allez, vite!" she said urgently as she passed him, fleeing through the forest "Maintenant!" she shouted over her shoulder.
Damien watched her, confused, and then worried there might be some kind of pursuit. He grabbed the bag, stuffed his walky-talky in and sprinted after her.
It took him a while, Jasmin was fast, but he caught her.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" he said, as he ran alongside her.
"Notre maison" said Jasmin "Parlez pas, courir!"
Damien shrugged, trusting his sister and he continued running. He knew that if she was running away from something, it was something worth running away from.
"Now, the first question for little Pauly is... Does little Pauly sometimes be naughty with his little willy?" asked Margaret again.
This was the question that Paul did not want to respond to. How could he? Margaret should not be asking such questions, and certainly she, Diane, and Danielle should not know the answer to that question. What he got up to with his own private parts was, well, private. He wouldn't even tell his mother about such things.
"Come on, Pauly, tell Auntie Margaret" said Margaret "Does Paul get up to naughty things with his little willy?" Margaret turned to Diane, having suddenly had an idea "Do you have anything like... baby oil?"
"In the bathroom" said Diane with a smile "I'll fetch some."
"Auntie Diane's going to get some baby oil, so we'll wait until she comes back before you answer" said Margaret, taking the pressure off, even if only briefly "But you can think about your answer so that you're ready when she comes back."
Paul lay, humiliated and exposed, wondering where all this was leading. He really wasn't thinking about an answer, he was thinking about how to avoid answering; how to escape. His body was flushed to halfway down his chest, with the greatest concentration of it on his face. His eyes hardly dared peek out from their sockets, for each time he saw someone look at him his humiliation intensified, and if he caught anyone's eye that humiliation was multiplied many times.
"Now, while we're waiting, why don't we ask what Auntie Danielle thinks?" said Margaret "Do you think he's naughty with his willy Danielle?"
"Um, I don't really know what you mean?" said Danielle, looking confused.
"Oh, you poor love, you're probably new to all this aren't you?" said Margaret, sympathetically.
"I am a bit, sorry" said Danielle, dropping her head in embarrassment.
Margaret patted her on the thigh "Don't you worry, it just goes to show what a good girl you've been to date. But you'll learn, and we'll help teach you if you like."
"Yes please" said Danielle with enthusiasm, her eyes blazing again "I'd really like that. Really really like that!"
"Have you not really had any contact with a boy before then?" asked Margaret.
"No, not really" said Danielle.
"Have you not been interested, or have you thought it wasn't the right thing to do?" asked Margaret.
"Haven't really been interested, to be honest" said Danielle.
"And are you now? With Paul?" asked Margaret.
Paul didn't hear an answer, despite listening carefully to the conversation; Danielle just nodded.
Margaret patted her thigh again "Don't worry, we'll sort you out. Boys are simple creatures really. It's taken me over thirty years to realise that, but once you've understood that, life gets a lot easier."
Danielle grinned and looked down at Paul's gorgeous body.
"Why don't you stroke him while we're waiting?" suggested Margaret.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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