...ourintroductions." She smiled. She took her seat, still smiling, and theelegant but hardened Matron Janice stepped up to the rostrum."Good Morning ...oys," she piped."Good Morning Miss Janice," came the ragged reply."Just a few things to remember boys. Firstly, our Sissy isn't a symbolof femininity, but a distorted and extreme vision of the female kind,the notional ideal of femininity imagined by a certain type of misguidedmale."Something our acting Principal and Matron Janice had in common. Beckner was smart enough to appreciate his particular vice was held in poor regard by most of society, so he keeps his weakness his own private secret. The Marine Corps instructors who stressed the value of aggressive behavior never guessed the hair trigger of his kill zone.He controlled himself in the hand-to-hand combat class and the use of deadly weapons course, ever considerate of his opponent. His closest call came on the grenade range when he held the cold, heavy "frag" in his hand. The. We had snacks and tea, with Sir sandwiched on the sofa by the duo. They were still feeling nervous and squirming restlessly. They all complimented me for the effort and certified my culinary skill.We were talking generally. All of a sudden, a crazy and wicked idea crossed my mind to test my friends’ desire for a show with sir. I decided to implement it. “Sir, shall we play Antakshari game and at each level, the loser will have to act as directed by others.”It was fun. Sharath was eliminated. "I love watching your firm onion when you walk," Sorrel said. He grabbed her. "You've got the hottest little beet I've ever seen." Oh, Sorrel, you're so corny," Pepper said."But you love me anyway." Yeah, because you're so good with your jalapeno."As soon as they walked into the bedroom, Sorrel peeled off his shirt and pants. He lay on the bed, his hard cucumber pointing at the ceiling. "Come on, baby, get those clothes off," he said. "Let me see that gorgeous squash of yours."Pepper took her.