She runs her fingers over the scars on my face, tracing each one in silent reverence. She caresses each scar sliding her hands down over my chest and ...ack to my thighs. There she kisses each puckered mark of long ago wars sending electric waves of ecstasy up my spine. I shiver with anticipation and she gives me that playful evil smile that tells me that the night is just beginning. Her finger nails drag across the skin over my hip driving my closer to the edge of rapture. Abruptly, she twists. Agnes is as good as you guys say, I’ll bet I get a better education with her than at any other school.”“Well, I’ll tell you what, Chuck. You do what you want. Never rely on what other people tell you is best for you. Most times, it’s either what they wish they had done for themselves. Or they plan on making some profit off you.”“Mr. Reynolds, the thing I want to thank you and Ms. Suzy for is bravery. When I started on this trip, I was scared. I was afraid of hurting my parents and family.. I feel so, so powerful. I torture her with it, smothering her, permitting her a few seconds of breath, then back down into the sludge she goes! My pole twitches and leaks with newly-pubescent cravings as she comes up for air and squeals and begs and pleads through shitty lips and shitty tongue before her frantic words are turned to gurglings as she is given another shitty facial. Nobody is calling Jonny a smelly little loser-boy now! Who stinks now? Not Jonny! Shelly stinks now! I whisper. I looked forward to the visit. If Ionly knew...We landed in Stepford, and a taxi whisked us to our inn. It seemed verybeautiful, but appeared isolated. It was at the end of a new road. As wedrove, we mostly past large houses. I noticed children and families. Allseemed very clean and well kept. We arrived at our inn, checked in, andsettled. The room was both spacious and beautiful. We mostly relaxedover the next few days.Then one evening, I was invited by the inn management to go to the"Men's.