Also I wasfeeling a little weird. A little different from my friends.These were difficult feelings for a seventeen year old whodesperately wanted to ...e like everyone else. I couldn’t havehandled it a couple years earlier, but I think I possessed amaturity beyond my years and I decided not to fight how Ifelt. My parents had always taught me to be happy first andeverything else would follow. I kept seeing Maryann andwanting to kiss her sweet mouth again. She was beautifuland I loved. He was wearing a ski mask, a black tee and jeans. I couldn't determine if it was the guy I was supposed to meet. He knelt down and cuffed my ankles.He ran his hand up the inside of my leg very slowly. He looked up at me, "Oh, you're gonna get it, yes you are. Teasing me online, showing me those pictures of yourslef all tied up, going down on a dildo...begging for my cock...well, now you're gonna get it! But first...we're gonna have some fun..."His hand stopped for a moment then surged. She became my partner at each practice. During breaks we actually sat together, and I learned more about her.She was twenty, and was going to a very upscale College. It was way out of my financial realm. Her father was head of one of the major industries in Abbotsville. As she divulged each facet of her life, I quickly got the feeling I was way out of my league, just talking to her. So, I enjoyed her company when I could. I nearly asked her for a date, numerous times; but never got the courage.. What I mean is that I’ll only embarrass myself – and you. I’m not nearly as smart as you seem to think I am. I don’t need to read faster. What good is an education to me now, anyway?”The young woman frowned. “I’m sure I’m right about this. Please, do this for me, if you won’t for yourself,” she asked as she gently touched his face.Morales let out a slow breath. “Baby, I’m afraid that you’re going to find out just how dumb I am...”“So, you’ll do it?” she asked, her voice suddenly bubbling with.