In English class, about a week later, Harriet Simonson handed me a piece of paper with her address and phone number on it, telling me to either call h...r or else stop by her house sometime. She didn't even try to do it without everyone else knowing about it either. I heard several girls giggling about how brazen she was being.The worst thing was that it gave Bill an excuse for him and me to get into another fight. It turned out the same way as the other one had, but at least I had the. He was sticking his tongue up my shithole the farthest that it would go and really getting into it. He told me that he was preparing my ass to sodomize me but I told him he was way too big and that I had never stuck something so large up there and that we should maybe do it some other time but he insisted. He asked me if I had some lube and I said yes. I lubed my ass and he started working 1, then 2, then 3 fingers up my ass. At three, I told him that that was enough. He finger-fucked me for a. I grabbed a clean sweat suit and went into the shower. After I was in the shower I suddenly realized that I was giving Peggy a show like she had given me the night before. Nothing I could do about it now.As I walked back into the large room that served as the living room, study hall, rec room and whatever, I saw that the kitchen table, which was really in the living room, was set. Peggy came out of the kitchen with a plate of salmon fillets steaming away. A couple of trips back to the kitchen. "And Burt...!"He stopped and looked back. "Before you get back to your digging, get in there and shovel up theshit. You ain't getting out of doin that."Burt looked forlornly through the stable doors into the gloom and thenshuffled inside to do what he was told.5Burt didn't get a chance to reach the house until lunch time and spentthe morning instead, continuing to dig the drainage ditch in the field:hard man's work for his muscular body; just a simple task for hislimited intellect.The same as.