‘How’s the head?’ I asked, gesturing to the bandage. ‘Oh it’s fine,’ he said after a sip of coffee. ‘Just a nasty bruise. It looks a lot...worse than it is, so I’ve been trying to keep it covered up.’ I nodded, trying to get a closer look without him noticing. Eventually I gave up and went back to watching the food disappearing. ‘This is only the second time I’ve been out here in the front. It seems so quiet without all the cameras and ambulances,’ John said, before adding quietly, ‘and. You’re fucking me as the same instance, yet timeless, yet different. It’s like the vicarious experience we sisters had when you fucked one of us. You’ll get to know and get used to it. But this is going to help you understand yourself. Be gentle with yourself and don’t be afraid. You can know fear but you have absolutely no hatred. Simply put gods don’t do hatred. You can know fear yet you do know everything and it is unlocking for you now, steady by jerks.”[I had to laugh to myself as I. Oh?, and Paula? Your turn is next after we’re tired with Slut, and you haven’t even begun your ordeal and punishments: if I were you I’d try real hard to reduce the pain and torture you currently have waiting for you.? (Sir’s emphasis of certain words made Paula literally sick with fear and dread.)Sir laughed again, aloud, at Paula’s expression of horror. Friend sipped his beer and surveyed the scene with a leering, mocking, and frankly smugly insufferable smirk on his face.After an hour Slut. I was the loser who sucked up to the teachers." I griped. "Another!" I added slamming the glass down. "No way...get outta here!" a voice shouted nearby. "Ryan Porter is that you?!" I turned and giggled slightly. "Hey Ty, how you been." I said. "Hey babe come here." he said waving to a very pregnant woman. "Babe this is the guy...well most of the guy who saved my ass in Highschool." "Really how?" she asked. "He was my History tutor, I was this close *holds up index and pinky inches apart* from.