She had loved the feeling of touching his rock hard penis through his trousers. I wonder what it feels like to touch it for real. It felt nice when he...touched me down there as well. I wonder what he’ll do. Ruth moved her hand down to her crotch, feeling her thick pubic hair, and placed her middle finger upon her clitoris and inner lips that stood proud from her outer lips. The hair gets in the way. Some of the girls said that they shave themselves, but I don’t want to be bald. She climbed out. It was a normal day of school. But something happend in the afternoon. I was walking down the hallway until six of these dumb jocks I hate came up to me and started picking on me. There names were Casey (he was kinda fat), Jake, Aey Jay, Taylor, and Josh. They called me gay, fag, queer and a other names. I said why do you guys pick on me so much? I have done nothing to you! They just said get the fuck outta here you fucking queer! I was so mad when I went to my nex period. I knew the. Maybe Im hungover I thought to myself..thats why..you just are hard up for sex."Whats your name" she said."Eddie, whats yours?" I replied"Rhonda, look your clothes aint gonna be ready for about 30 to 40 minutes. But look here is the remote..I got to take a shower and clean up..Im sure you know why" She said laughing a little bit as she finished her sentence. "Here is the remote you can watch whatever you want" she said as she walked back into her room. I had a hard on that I couldnt believe,. She was surprised one day to see the doctor's widow sitting next to her bed, with a small pile of clean and pressed clothes that Evelyn recognised as her own. Charity explained (again in that strange, passionless way) that the soldiers had come to the clinic and killed her husband. They probably would have added her to the casualty list, but she had denied she was Mwanza's wife and instead insisted was Evelyn's maid. The lies had most likely saved her life, but now Evelyn was in a quandary: she.