What it is. And some unknown. A lot of unknown. I let out a quiet expletive of “fuck”, but only in my mind. Back to paying attention.I have heard ...very word of yours so far, and I acknowledge you with a nod when asked. I get lost in the vision of bathing you every night. No doubt I will have to pretend not to enjoy it. I will, I know. Food is understood and your name, Lady Lex is how I know you from our original meeting on your page. So, no problem there. It’s also how your gift was. I was still seeing two of everything and everyone, but once I was on my feet more or less securely I risked taking a close examination of everything in the room. The women were fine and without any high velocity bullet holes in them.Proper planning and practice will (sometimes) prevent piss poor performance!It was then, after I verified that my two Hadji targets were indeed on the floor, that I realized that I actually first needed to bend down to check their pockets for a knife, to cut the. Middle aged men groaned that they had seen it all before, first Punk thenBritpop - it was just another rehash.But to be 16, and in the final year of St. Edwards Secondary, it was anexciting time.I won't hear anyone say otherwise.I'd hit puberty like a ton of bricks. It kicked the ever-loving-crap outof me. I was bullied relentlessly, I felt awkward and shy around prettymuch everyone. "Fucking-goth-tosser" had become more of a greeting thanan insult. Chavs roamed in packs as the "alternative". Cory insinuated that if I ever got the chance that I should sneak her back into his office or the instrument storage room and have some fun with her. Then, he threw in the kicker, if I did, he wanted to watch. Cory said that he had always wanted to get a glimpse of her little tits. Then he added, “That is of course if you aren’t too shy to let me take a peek!” “Hell no, If I can get her back there you can watch all you want!” was my all too cocky response. .