Clay's tale:
I was in furious after talking to Beth. Even though she was only a year younger, I could not let James take her down the road I was going. I was not forced or tricked to do these things. And I could leave at anytime. I saw James parents on the beach. I told them my mother wanted us home this afternoon. I also told them that my grandfather was not doing well. I explained that I had called them and they would pick us up at four.
I walked down the beach looking for James. I spotted him with a group of other kids. I walked up to him and said, "James we need to talk." He looked at me and said, "That's Sir' to you. I said its Shit' to me. I said we need to talk." He walked away with me.
"My parents are on there way. Beth and I are going home with them. Beth told me about your plan to use her all summer. Yes, I arranged for her to come up here. There was never anything said about the pregnant thing. I can't let you ruin her life. If I find out that you have talked to her or tried to get her to go out with you again I will spill the beans."
He sneered at me and said, "For someone that has sucked my cock you seem pretty brave. You want everyone to find out about you." I smiled at him, "I have already thought of that. I told Erik before I came down here that I planned to tell everyone that he and I had a queer fling at the beach and that we blew each other. He went nuts and begged me not to tell that story. I compromised with Erik and he and Joe will now back my story that you and I had the gay fling. You see I like playing the slave part but I will not let my sister get into this any further."
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