I’d given them my bedroom and I had the couch.I got in at 8am exhausted from work, normally they were having breakfast right now but nothing. I went...to my bedroom door and knocked, no answer, I opened the door to find the bed made so I got out of my work clothes, put them in the laundry basket, had a shower and changed into my joggers. I came out of my room, sat on the couch and turned the tv on “Morning tv is shit” I said to myself. I laid down, closed my eyes and hoped to drift off to sleep.. Those were convinced their actions were so righteous, punishment would be absurd. Weissme was disconcerted that so few of them appeared to be influenced by drugs or alcohol. —-=(First ranked Student Yang Kol’s mind)=—- Ottearon Weissme picked one of the students who seemed sober, to scan his memories of the day’s events. The student’s name was Yang Kol. He was eighteen years old. A good age to reach first rank for a student. Not extraordinary, but rather good. Yang Kol was an intelligent young. Babita: Nahi. Aaj nahi kiya. Mera mood nahi tha. To woh gussa ho ke so gaya.Me: Kya hua mood ko?Babita: Aise hi. Roj roj ki ladai. Pyar to hai hi nahi.Me: Hmmm. True.Babita: Tumhara to aur kharab haal hai. Itni sexy wife, fir bhi kuch nahi kar sakte.. lol.Me: Ab kya kre… life hi aesi hai. Waise tum bhi kuch kam nahi ho dikhne me. Bas itni ladai rehti hai isliye tum dono maze nahi le pate.Babita: Rehne do. I know I am fat.Me: Nope. You are beautiful and cute.Babita: Chal jhutha.Me: Ab fact hai. ” My favorite spot to beat off was my bathroom. I stood at the sink and could spray the mirror with my jizz, watching it dribble down the glass into a puddle on the countertop before wiping it up. My best friend, Louie, found a bunch of skin mags in his father’s dresser and shared them with me. My favorite was a picture book called “Behind the Green Door” that had photos of really nasty stuff interspersed between the pages of the story as it chronicled the exploits that went on behind that.