"Can you remember where you live?" If I could do that, I'd remember something about myself, wouldn't I? I don't have any money or identification on me... What am I going to do?" I wondered."Dan is always looking for workers," offered the only man on the planet that I knew even existed. "Why not get a job with him and see if your memory comes back?"I could see this fellow wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but his suggestion made sense. I would need money and a place to live. I didn't even know. I wasn't sure if she would ever do that to me, but I think if I pissed her off, she would do it.We talked for a little longer, mom called us down for dinner. Mistress Pam had me put on my shorts and a tee shirt for dinner. She explained that after dinner she wanted us to go for a ride, I was to ask permission to do so. I didn't know where she might take me, but I did ask and my parents said since it was Friday, I could go.We had a good dinner, my parents liked Pam, telling her she was welcome. His hard dick popped right out and bounced up and down just under Clarissa’s nose. She took one long look at Troy’s manhood then said, “Oh my goodness, am I going to make you sing!”Everyone gave a little laugh then Clarissa plunged her hungry mouth right over the thing and began sucking Troy’s dick off. The room was totally silent again except for the sucking and popping noises coming from the second bit of oral sex it was now witnessing.Clarissa sucked hard on that dick for about five minutes. “No, this isn’t about making any policy changes at all; but it may be a matter that will help the Program to be better accepted by the students. Can I see you in your office, please?”“Hmmm,” he said, “this is the first time I’ve heard of a student calling the principal for a meeting. Usually we do it the other way around.” Denise giggled and squeezed my hand. “Ok, why not? Just another part of this week’s disaster. Denise, you’re in Kevin’s home room?”“I am, sir.”“Good. Please tell your teacher.