Melenki had taken a leap of faith throwing his lot in with Igor, but the ambitious project to invest his daughters money in a massive refurbishment scheme, and all that followed proved he was a man with good instincts. The arrangement to work part time at his old job and run the team at the Squat wasn't as mad as it first seemed, for even at a time of year when he had thought work would be thin on the ground, there had been a steady stream of jobs keeping most of the guys busy, and young Taras and his lads had found themselves a regular set of customers for whom they did a variety of odd jobs.

The previous week he had finally got round to having a talk with the lad as Igor had asked, it had not been an easy topic to raise, and he didn't want to come over as dictatorial, or on the other hand treat the lad as an idiot. Him and his wife had avoided starting a family so far due to their circumstances, but he could see that changing in the near future, for the present this was the closest he had felt to being a father or uncle, in dispensing some well meant advice to the young man.

Though Taras hadn't gone into any details he had admitted that he found girls hard to understand, Melenki had said that was normal but gave him pointers from his own experience, and cautioned him about the need to get some condoms, just in case they did move forwards to a sexual relationship. He also stressed that it was often best to let the girl set the pace or it could all end in tears, after their little chat he thought it had gone quite well and Taras had come back with a few questions, proving he was taking his relationship with young Irisha seriously, and was not just out for what he could get.

Irisha felt the setback caused by her meltdown had proved overall to be helpful, in that she had found out how sincere Taras was in wanting to help her to get over her problems. She knew boys were often accused of being insensitive, and having a one track mind, thinking only of sex, but what she needed was a boyfriend who thought of her as a whole person, not just a sex object. Surprisingly they had soon made up lost ground, in that he was willing to listen and talk of the issue that had weighed so heavily on her mind, and he didn't look down on her for the course of action she had taken.

This attitude had made her feel better about herself, removing the shadow that had hung over her self esteem, erasing the blot on her soul, and enabling her to view in a new perspective the situation she had been in at that time. From a purely logical dispassionate standpoint, it was the only choice open to her, and Taras said he admired her courage for trying to provide for her sick mother, saying often it was the other way about, with mothers out there trying to feed their children.

To say on Sunday that Taras was astonished would be an understatement, for he had expected they were just going to do some reading practice and watch videos, maybe get comfortable and kiss some then later he would relieve the pressure himself as he always had, with one off the wrist. Irisha had seemed much more like her usual jolly self, and it didn't look like she was putting on a front, so hopefully the long talks they had had together over the past two weeks may have helped ease her mind.

The moment he stepped in to her place he couldn't help but notice her nipples showing through the close fitting top she was wearing, and it was plain her perky breasts were not restrained by a bra as they bounced with her every move. Speaking with Marta, and with other models in the more anonymous setting of the models private chat zone, Irisha had picked up enough info on 'boys 101', and the signs to look for, so she knew he had not failed to notice her unfettered breasts.

Taras remained both awestruck and respectful, bearing in mind how skittish Irisha had been after her revelation, she now appeared to have regained her confidence, but even so he wasn't going to rush in, he would do as he was advised, letting her set the agenda.

They sat and talked of generalities, till Irisha grabbed his nearest hand in both of hers, and told him about how much his talking with her had helped, and how at last she was able to deal with the past, and leave it there, but also that discussing it with him had allowed her to view the events in a different light for which she was very grateful. Then that subject was dropped and she asked about what books he had finished that week, and if he had been practising his writing since he was last round. They spent some time working on his literacy, as she said she wanted an even smarter boyfriend, and Taras was keen to show the progress he had made since their last study session.

Irisha was impressed with the rate at which Taras had picked up on his reading skills although his hand writing was still poorly formed, but it was bound to get better given time. She knew she had been teasing him by flaunting her chest, but it was her intention to set things straight, as he had shown amazing restraint to her provocative display, which was something she had wanted to test. Now it was time to reward Taras for both his gallant show of control, and because she was proud of the effort he had made in his academic lessons of which she had been the instigator.

Taras couldn't believe it when Irisha told him of his reward for both being a great boyfriend, and for minding his 'school lessons', then she reached out to the zipper on his jeans, she had made it plain that she still had to settle some demons, but felt he wouldn't object to a helping hand from his girlfriend. It was necessary to also release the button and his belt to be comfortable, but he couldn't recall his cock ever being harder, and he warned her that whatever she did it wouldn't take very long.

Though not the first she had ever seen, it was the first attached to someone she had some feelings for, and that made it somehow different, also she could detect the faint smell of soap, which was another difference from previous encounters which she felt was a relief.

She could see the stalk in front of her almost pulse with life, and as she reached for it, it jerked as she closed her fingers around the fleshy pole. She had spoken extensively to Marta about this, seeking an expert opinion, also she was one of the few people who knew all of her secrets, and how difficult it might be to take this step. From what Taras had said this was a first for him, and she didn't think in light of what he had said that it would also be necessary to play with his nuggets to get a result.

As her hand slowly moved up and down, she looked into his eyes as he gasped and made funny noises, pleased that her efforts were bringing him such pleasure. She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on the task in hand, her fingers getting coated in the copious flow of the clear pre-come that was being produced. She guessed from the strain in his features that he was close to cuming, so she grabbed the tissues from her pocket that she had placed there ready for this event.

Taras called out a warning that he was almost there, and she sped up her stroking to bring him to a finish. Her aim and the jerking movements meant only part of his spend was caught, with splatters of cum landing on his clothes and on her arms and hands.

"Stay there, don't move, I'll get some more tissues, and a wash cloth from the bathroom."

She dropped the used tissues into the pan, then grabbed a cloth rinsing it out in warm water, at the same time washing her hands. As she was about to return to the lounge she saw there was a small glob of sperm on her forearm, steeling herself she licked off the errant splatter of cum, daring herself that she could do it. Somehow it wasn't too bad, it had only been a tiny amount, but she felt it had been important to at least try to get past some of her demons.

Taras was still looking a little shell shocked, while at the same time trying not to wear a silly grin, as she began to clean up, rubbing the odd splatters off his shirt, and cleaning his semi hard cock. The act of cleaning it brought it back to it's former ridged state in seconds, and Irisha said she might need to flog it into submission again later, if he was a good boy.

They had spent a lot of time together over the past two weeks since Irisha's emotional disclosure, even so he had imagined it would have taken her longer to indulge in any form of serious petting, but they had been going out for some time prior to that incident, so she felt perhaps she had good reason to trust him. Whatever the reason for the sudden and unexpected hand job, he was grateful, and he wanted to know if he could reciprocate in any way, asking what he could do that wouldn't make her anxious or uncomfortable. She was glad of his concern for her feelings, and for now said his hands could roam free, but only outside her clothing.

Mindful of her sensibilities he moved forwards slowly, not coming up with any surprises to ensure he didn't spook her again, mostly just cuddling and caressing her, taking note of what she seemed to like. He knew he liked the feeling of having his favourite pixie wrapped in his arms, and was thankful the pressure had been relieved otherwise things may have been more difficult.

Overall both teens considered the afternoon wonderful, Taras did get to cum twice, and though Irisha didn't, she had felt in control, other than when he had found her ticklish spots, their latest get together had boosted her confidence, as it had been a warm and intimate interlude. Taras found the pep talk from Melenki had held some peals of wisdom, such as thinking about what your partner wanted, and putting her needs first, so when she put limits on what he could do to her, he listened and tried to ensure he spent lots of time showing how much he cared for her.

Returning to the Squat late that afternoon he wanted to brag and high five all the rest of his gang, but Melenki had said that it was not a mature way for guys in a relationship to behave as it showed a lack of respect for the girl in question. Taras knew that self-respect, and confidence were vital issues for Irisha, so he didn't want any stumbling blocks on the route to her healing. He intended to make even greater efforts with his hand writing and the schooling in general as Irisha had been responsible for starting the ball rolling, and he wanted her to be proud of him.

The week following the sisters meeting with Mikayla found staff at the studio in chaos as the last work on the refits and upgrades to equipment in studios five to eight were completed. The two new photographers were sitting in on sessions with other members of the photographic team to learn the ropes, as were new signings in various departments, with an eye to the burst of activity that would begin in two months time with the start of the summer holidays. John had nevertheless made time to print and mount selected photos of young Mikayla into a nice album which Anna could give to the family, with the hope of getting the girl to join up when the groundwork was in place.

John and a few people in his department had met several new youngsters for initial photo sessions, those that had decided to try moving on from their milder sister studio. These girls all had studio experience which helped, though some were nervous at being naked on set for the first time. This was something the photographic team were well used to dealing with, and the girls soon got over their jitters about the novel situation with the gentle coaching from their seasoned mentors.

One of the model coaches had also arranged for several locally based models to talk with the new arrivals, so they could learn from girls who had knowledge about the style and feel of sets produced for their studio web sites. The sisters hadn't been asked to get involved in that, as they had enough other projects running at present. On Wednesday when she got back from school Anna had phoned Micky's home number to find out if she and her mum were in as she wanted to drop round the photos, and found that it would be convenient.

Next phoning for a cab they found Max was out on a job already, so one of their other regular drivers was dispatched. They stopped via the studio to pick up the album that John had left for them in reception, then they headed off to see the birthday girl. The sisters had checked out the pictures in the car, then Marta had tied a ribbon around the album when they got to their destination so that it looked more like a present ready to be opened.

They were greeted warmly, and invited to sit at the table, Mary asking what they would like to drink. They all had tea, as Mikayla's gaze kept flicking to the brightly coloured padded folder that was tied up with a ribbon, keen to discover if it contained the photos her older friends had talked about. When the album was presented to the girl, her mum said to wait a while as her dad would be home very shortly, and they could all look through it at the same time while she relived her special day out.

Paul, Micky's dad was lucky enough to be at quite a reasonable city school in one of the better areas, but it was a fair distance on the Metro line from where they lived, so if Mary wasn't in when Micky got home from her nearby school, she was home alone until he got back from work. This was one of the factors that her parents had discussed since hearing about the need for English teachers on Sunday, and the girls had come prepared, having a list of several friends from the studio, mainly the younger girls, who wanted to increase the number of lessons they could have on a one to one, or as part of a small group.

This subject took centre stage as Mary now seemed keen to give it a try, and Anna said that Micky could be her classroom assistant in helping the new pupils, and how sometimes it was useful to have group lessons with two or three students. When Paul arrived home his wife was on her fourth call, talking with one of the girls on the list Anna had given her that held the details of prospective pupils.

Micky was all over her dad, excitedly telling him she was going to help her mum teach English, and how her friends had brought round some pictures that they had waited to look at till he came home. With Micky on her dad's lap and the album on the table in front of them, the sisters stood behind the family tableau as they paged through the large sized prints that had been professionally cropped to improve the composition of each shot.

Anna thought John had done a lot to improve on the snapshots he had been given, as the way the pictures were presented seemed to give a narrative to the display, as Micky talked non stop, her comments showing she had paid attention to various things she had learned during her day out. More subtle was the way it looked like a spread from some glossy magazine, with Micky as the celebrity, so perhaps it wouldn't be such a leap of the imagination to see this girl as a model in her own right.

While Micky was just pleased to have a permanent record of a wonderful birthday treat, Paul though impressed, said the girls needn't have gone to all the trouble and expense of printing out so many pictures and putting them in such a fancy album, but on the other hand he was grateful his daughter had such a nice reminder of her special day. He and Mary had spoken with his dad yesterday when he popped in, and they had talked of the sisters, and he told them how they and many other girls, both local and many visitors from out of town did fashion modelling at a local studio.

Anna said how it wasn't any trouble, besides they had friends in the business who were only too happy to help out as it was a birthday treat. Neither Paul or Mary decided to follow on from that, as they didn't want to appear nosey asking about what it was like being a fashion model, if the two girls didn't raise the subject first. In a little pocket at the back of the album John had included a few wallet sized prints of Micky in close up that her family could carry about with them, and a laminated picture of her sitting on Silver that she could show all her friends at school.

Now the album had been properly viewed, Paul asked his wife about the call she was making when he came in, and discovered that she had booked in her first pupils that were going to visit during the afternoons straight from school, and how they would all pay in cash for their lessons. With the poor state of the economy it was quite common for many of the cash strapped populous to pay each other by various forms of barter for goods or services, something that was not possible in large stores or with big businesses. Both of them were eager to find out if the lessons would be a viable means to help with the family budget, as prices never seemed to go down.

The sisters had spoken to each of the girls they had included on the list, explaining the situation about Micky, and how they were to be circumspect as they normally would be with regard to any questions regarding the studio, or their career as models. Hundreds of parents had of course been approached in order to sign on all of the models throughout the studio network, but it wasn't necessarily easy or straightforward to broach the subject, as the presentation and timing could make a difference to how the offer was perceived.

Going off half cocked could lead to people making the wrong assumptions, and the studio were jealous of their reputation, not wanting prospective models or their parents to get a false impression. Each introduction had to be handled carefully, so they knew what was involved, that their girls would be safe, and of the benefits in becoming a model.

They parted with promises to meet again soon, saying they would bring round some old copies of the foreign magazines that were a useful teaching aid, and saying that more of their friends had been asking about lessons, so there would be another list to follow shortly. Mary had only talked to half the girls on the current list, and each of them were as keen to have lessons as she had been told, and the hourly rate was so much better than her current rate of pay in a job where the hours varied so much from week to week.

Talking with the sisters they had said it would be best to start teaching one on one, then move on to group lessons as she got to know the capabilities of each of her pupils, so that is what she would try. Micky had convinced her mum she was a good teacher as Micky had found the older girls had praised the language skills she had picked up from her mum.

The driver of the cab that had arrived to take them home was not someone they knew well so the girls were quiet on the journey home, each reflecting on recent events. Marta was thinking of the afternoon before, what she was starting to think of as "Terrific Tuesdays" with a skilled and patient boyfriend who hadn't pressed about the issue of when she might be ready for the next big step. She grinned at one of the bits of advice from Valya about keeping a boyfriend happy "Love them up, and drain their nuts", and she had been doing her best to follow that maxim.

Anna's thoughts had been centred on Eve, and how they had spent a second Tuesday on kissing practice while Marta had been busy with Karl, though they had been a lot more quiet and discreet as both Eve's mum and younger brother had been in the house. They had planned to have another sleepover on Friday, as there was no school the next day, and it would be at Anna's house, with plans to 'suggest' that Greg and Peter have a return sleepover with Victor. Eve was reluctant as Marta would be in the adjoining bedroom, and went bright red at Anna's reminder that she didn't have any secrets from her big sister, and that Marta had approved of the two of them getting together to 'practice'.

Meanwhile all over the Ukraine a steadily growing number of girls working for the same network were by and large having nice thoughts about the way their lives were heading, and how fortunate their families were due to the rise of their internet modelling network.

Some months ago for the first time men in suits working for a TLA (Three Letter Agency) had been collating data and sifting reports about many thousands of small regular money transfers, and questions were starting to be asked. The puritans among them had a nagging suspicion that this was linked to somebody, somewhere enjoying themselves, and it had started a nervous tick on the face of a nation which tried to turn a blind eye towards the astounding level of hypocrisy within their own society.

The dissonance caused by conflicting interests, and the general air of false piety lead to a rise in political correctness gone mad, and the first victims would be on home turf as the witch hunt began. Everyone and his dog thought they could set up a web site, and make money, and many people did, among those entrepreneurs were many fathers who thought there might be a market for cheesecake shots of their young daughter's in swimsuits and cheerleader costumes. Only a few pushed the boundaries of what might be considered acceptable to have in your family photo album, but a new version of McCarthyism was on the hunt, only this time they were seeing paedophiles everywhere.

The scales of justice had become unhinged, with common sense and the rule of law pushed to one side, as the usual innocent until proved guilty principle was somehow forgotten, with the need to protect those that didn't feel the need for the unwarranted protection forced upon them, and they certainly didn't want their dad to be locked away for taking pictures no different than those taken on many family vacations.

For now this was a world away from the lives of many happy young girls living in Eastern Europe, particularly the Ukraine and other nearby Baltic states, but for how long, one year or maybe two before others sort to interfere with matters that didn't concern them?

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Chapter 62 is slowly emerging from the quill to arrive on a parchment near you soon.

P.S. (Re: English Pantomime - Live stage productions based on fairy-tales) When some wicked character comes on stage, all the audience makes hissing and booing noises that all the other characters on stage seem unable to hear. When the TLA's appear in the story feel free to hiss or boo as required.