He was aware of his small, barley 3 inch penis and was glad no girl had ever seen it. Mitchell wished he could make up for his lacking penis with good...looks, but his unluckiness continued there, too. His body was nowhere near a body any girl at school would desire, so Mitchell was at a very hard loss. mitchell often wondered if it was possible for him to get a girl to like him, the prettiest and most popular girls at school surely never showed any interest in him and Mitchell wasn’t interested. Alan stood up and briefly considered Michelle who sat head bowed andsilent.He left the room and made his way down the hall to the front door and puthis hand on the latch, ready to open the door and step out into thenight. His breathing was erratic and his head filled with white noise.Alan felt Michelle?s hand on his shoulder.He turned and she leaned into him and kissed him.The kiss was soft, her lips warm and pliant. He wanted to pull herclose, to kiss her passionately, to feel her soft body. Doesn't look like the sun will be visiting us again today. I walk across the street to the steps she's sitting on. She has her head down and doesn't seem to notice me. “Mam?” She didn't notice me. “Mam?” She looks up a little startled. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I'm fine. Just figuring out where I'm going to go from here.” “While you're thinking it over would you like to wait in my studio? I have the stove going and it's nice and warm.” “No thanks, I don't want to be a bother, sir.” “It's. I should be thrashed, yes, that's only right,' her mother agreed. Ayesha figured her mother's guilt had been assuaged, now that she had cried so emotionally. Ayesha plonked herself on the sofa, feeling weak from having her world turned upside down. Her mother had always been a tower of strength, and the outburst of raw emotion had rocked her to the core. Her mother walked back in, with a leather strap. The leather was thin enough to sting, and thick enough to hurt.'You must punish me, Ayesha, I.