The prediction was for a twenty percent chance of rain, with clear skies, calm winds, and a temperature in the low eighties. However, the sun did not...rise into a blue sky, South Carolina skies, on Saturday morning, as expected. Outside nothing was visible, except rain, blowing, horizontally, in a 40 mile per hour gale. The National Weather Service missed the temperature, by a few degrees, also. Instead of the low eighties, at Charleston International Airport, it was fifty-one degrees. How much. In return for an exclusive interview. The story is we are coeds who work for an escort service to pay the tuition. No intercourse. We only do oral sex." That works for me." Yeah, well, I might go a little further than that. Especially if one of them is black. I've never had dark meat. That Ronde Barber on the Bucs is cute! His coach said Ronde is one of the fifty best looking dudes in the world, next to the coach himself of course. Does sucking off a coach count? That cute coach's nickname is. The one who just went inside startled them all and showed me to them.They all five, stopped, what they were doing and just stared at me. I wasnervous that they caught me.A women with loud mouth who was not nude called me and asked me“Who are you boy?”,While all others covered their nipples with their hands.I hesitatingly said my name, “Siddhartha”.Another one who was topless asked me“Who’s relative are you?”I said my uncle’s name. Hearing this, they became comfortable that,I’m not a harm. He slapped me! He straddles me, capturing both wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. ‘You know better.’ he whispers. I stare at him for a second, wanting to argue, but I do. He’s told me, multiple times, the stress he puts on proper respect. ‘I’m sorry, master.’ I mumble finally. And I am. I truly don’t want to piss him off. I suppose technically I’m not sorry about the right thing, then. I conveniently leave this out of the conversation and smile brightly. ‘Well, it’s definitely.