I am in Summer School too but not quite in the same grade as they are,” he explained.“We don’t have this concept of Summer school that you do he...e,” Kiwi was trying to make sense of this all.“I used to jerk off about twelve times a day when I got down here. Now, they masturbate me three times a day, and it keeps all the dirty thoughts out of my head so I can focus on learning obedience, respect, and humility.”Kiwi looked alarmed. He had just come to terms with the girls being in discipline, and. He answered my tears with a sharp slap on the side of my face. At least it got one of his hands off of a nipple. For the hundredth time or more, my mind fantasized the concept of justifiable homicide. But I knew that I couldn't, and wouldn't.Trying to avoid another painful missed thrust, he reached down to line things up and realized that he'd stupidly never even taken off my panties. He put two hands inside then and tried to rip the crotch open. When that failed, he attempted to tear them off. I walked holding my broad 5’9″ frame erect, hands in my pockets down the aisle of the section for security cameras. I selected a moderate priced one that would serve the purpose. At the reception was a pretty lady who looked to be twenty. I wondered if she had a boyfriend as she looked away shyly as we made eye contact. As I paid the bill, I noticed the weather outside- rainy. There was mist on the store’s glass. I wondered what was going on at home. I patted the camera in my bag, satisfied.. There had been no mistake. Someone in authority had insisted Sebastian was invited and had, to quote the secretary, "gone to considerable pains to acquire your address." So I accepted, wrote the date in my diary and visited the city library to read up on the background to the new Bishop's appointment.The scandal had happened while I was sailing the South China Sea. It had involved the old bishop, the choir master, and a handful of boys. The old bishop had been retired, the choir master had fled.