She walked from the back of the class to the front and in to the office behind the class. Ms Cocksedge and Mr Poll were marking school books. How coul... she remove her clothes?The bell rang and she watched from the door of the office as the students filed out one by one. She felt liquid run down the inside of her leg. Her pussy was wet and dilated. Her asshole had been poked by her son. WTF ?She felt a soft hand on her butt. Turning Mr Poll had left Ms Cocksedge a student teacher licked her. ‘Uh, Jason, I’m sorry about… that.’ I said, pointing to his eye. ‘Yeah, uh, no big deal – I asked for it,’ he said, smiling.. but the sparkle just wasn’t there. Well, whatever, what was I meant to do? How was I to know that he’d turn out all reasonable and nice in the end? No one could’ve told me that… at least I had apologised… It really was a shame he had the mark there though, no matter how insincere his acceptance of my apology had been. I lay in bed that night and found myself thinking. That’s all. I didn’t fight or scowled him; maybe a little. All I did, I tried to be there for Mimah.” “It must’ve been very depressing to see Mimah and the guy you thought she needed protection from kissing on the stage.”I got up and I tried to leave but she grabbed onto my arms and looked at me worried, “Are you really ok?” You can tell me Evans, Am I not your friend?”“Um, thanks Jully but I don’t think that you can help me with the problem like this.”“C’mon, you can trust me. How bad can it. On this cold November night she has decided that I am to sleep in the "bitch cage". A cage placed under the basement stairs. Her decision on where I sleep, like most of her decisions regarding my level of discomfort, seems to be purely arbitrary; a fleeting whim that I must endure long after she has forgotten my existence.My night is spent not so much in restful sleep nor even fitful consciousness, but rather in constant transition from stark awareness of my current situation to periods of.