The little girl screamed bloody murder because of the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. Emmylou realized that she sounded as if she were in great pain as she screamed. She sounded as if she were the victim in a cinematic torture scene. She sounded as if someone were doing something horrible to her with a set of carpenter's tools. Emmylou could feel the maddening rush of pleasure sweeping over her like waves in the ocean. She could feel herself drifting off to a far away place – a place that only remotely related to reality. She was on her way to never never land. The intensity of her sensations was beyond anything she could ever imagine.

CHAPTER TWO

"Hey, Miss Richardson, I heard you like to make it with girls," Sandy Schiano said as she stepped into the counselor's office the following Wednesday.

"I beg your pardon, young lady," Miss Richardson said. Sandy was another senior girl. She had a reputation for being a bit of a slut.

"I heard a rumor that you were a lesbian. Is it true? I have to know," Sandy said. Miss Richardson thought Sandy was one of the prettiest girls in the entire high school.

"Why is this information so important to you?" Miss Richardson asked. The Italian teenager had jet black hair that was very very long.

"Because I am getting bored with making it with guys," Sandy said. Her hair was thick and full and grew in waves over her shoulders.

"And you want to experiment with a woman, is that it?" Miss Richardson asked. Sandy's hair fell low down her back in between her shoulder blades.

"Right. I was hoping that maybe you and me, we could – uh – get together," Sandy said. Her hair was parted in the middle and fell onto her forehead in bangs.

"You have to be cooler than that if you want to play ball with me," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as black as the hair on her head.



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