WARDEN LAURA DAVIDSON - THE EARLY YEARS - I

There was no question in anyone’s mind that Laura Davidson would mature to be a beautiful girl. Open to speculation was the development of those feminine anatomical parts that ripen to transform a girl into a woman.With Laura, such blossomed with exhilarating attractiveness. Mammary glands grew firm and high on the breastbone. Calves and thighs rounded with athletic muscling cloaked by the creamy smoothness of perfect skin. Through tomboyish pursuits, even forearms and biceps developed with shapely attractiveness.

With much practice, an alluring smile became beguiling. A mischievous girl found she could elude punishments meted to other teens. A captivating demeanor masked questionable deportment. Laura learned that, with feminine pulchritude and certain charm, she could avoid the pitfalls awaiting her equally fractious cohorts.

Yes, Laura found she could manipulate. Boys wanted to be with her. Girls envied her. Adults admired her. She was initially aloof until it dawned that a price could be extracted from all. To be with her, and most males so desired, Laura found she could first glean..., and later demand.

“It’s going to be hot. Let’s cut school and go swimming.”

When Laura spoke, boys listened. And this boy, recently transforming with handsomeness and maturing physique, listened with particular interest. It was not often that the popular Laura condescended to speak with him. Tom never really got into sports, the activity which usually served as the supply for Laura’s cadre of boys for extra curricular activities. But of late, the bulge on the front of Tom’s trousers had attracted attention. Laura’s female acquaintances, she didn’t really have girl friends, furtively discussed the straining zipper with regularity. The mounting curiosity amongst the girls piqued Laura’s competitiveness. Tom’s burgeoning manhood was frequently the source of girlish discourse and conjecture intensified as to its size. A scheming Laura would lead the quest for more direct knowledge.

“I don’t know, Laura. I always get caught. Mom and Dad don’t like me missing classes and won’t cover for me like your folks do.”

It was true. After the fact, Laura always got her father to provide a note of some kind with perjured reasons for absence. Excuses were her specialty. Dad took dictation well. Besides, her grades were always exemplary.

“So pay the price, Tom. They can’t hold you in detention forever,” cooed Laura.

The tone of voice teased and mocked, appealing to the machismo of a boy who, without the aura of proficiency in sports, constantly sought self confidence. A challenge from the gorgeous