She is quite interested in you, son. She wanted to know more about you."I was flabbergasted, "What did you tell her?" Relax, Ronald, I didn't give awa... any deep dark secrets, as if you have any."Mom was tired now and I didn't get much more out of her. She kept forgetting what we were talking about, so I didn't press as I knew that it wouldn't do any good. When mom was like this the best thing to do was just to make meaningless small talk and hold her hand while she drifted in and out of. Learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a cousin or a pal would help me learn these things, I would end uphaving a crush on him (what I really needed was a dad). Since spankingswere one type of interaction my dad did do, I ended up making this powerdisplay a central theme in my adult fantasy life. I thought that somehow,if my dad really whipped me hard (which he never did) it would somehow"make a man out of me."In the early sixties it was still. They did groom the animals, and did the other necessary chores, and things would have kept going along the in the same manner if they hadn't gotten careless.But one day after school hours a group did get careless. Cliff Anderson saw the four cars parked near the barn and was pleased that the students were interested enough in the project to visit the animals when they didn't have to.Cliff wasn't really all that shocked when he entered the barn and saw all the naked boys and girls. He'd been. "Here we go then," he said and stepped through the spring loaded door into the pen holding the sheep behind his stand. Before Tess knew it he was backing out of the doors again dragging a lamb. He was holding it upright by its front legs, the animals back against his front. It's rear legs dragged along the wooden floor boards. Drew propped it on its rump and then deftly lay it back so that it was now reclining tummy up on his legs. He put one of its front legs under his own arm pit as he bent.