.. but it's tense boredom because one never knows. Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are...shooting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it. She could not just do that without asking. If I had done the same thing I am sure I would be in a lot of trouble. Then I went to get a shower." A bit light on the details David," mom said as I saw her mind trying to figure things out. "Does this have something to do with a strange girl sneaking out the front door not long before Annie asked for a ride home?"I don't know the girl and I won't tell them what we did, but I could at least tell them the truth."Yes. It has something to do with that. This time she moaned and turned towards him, her hand landing on his thigh, her head on his shoulder. She whispered to him, “You said no hanky-panky.”“This is just hanky so it’s okay.”She chuckled and moved her hand closer to his cock. He began to seriously rub her nipple for the first time—more moans and position shifting. It gave him even better access. He turned to her and brought his other hand into play. Now he had both boobs and their nipples in hand, playing, rubbing, squeezing. She. In the time I did sleep, I had several nightmares. I woke up a few times in a cold sweat terrified, with images of Stacy coming at me with various weapons burned into my brain. In the end, I went at Gwen's insistence that this was exactly what these bullies wanted, for me to give up.I met with D and we walked in to school, I was quite apprehensive, almost expecting an angry mob to be waiting for me at the gate. When we got there, Jane was waiting, she didn't look or feel too angry, and it was.