Mark'sAcademy for Boys in Los Angeles, and, although my studies areprogressing nicely, I am still homesick. It was November, and I havebeen away from ...ome for over two months. I have always been an excellentstudent in grammar school and, from my earliest years, I have beensomething of a teacher's pet to the nuns at St. Stephen's. I am calledChris for short. I am almost 13; my birthday is on the first day of theyear. I am slight of build and shorter than all off the boys in myclass. I have. .. lets see if I can win this fight and get out of the stinking house!"Daddy please!" I whine to daddy, "Why can't I go? I haven't been out in a month almost!" I give up and plop down onto the couch, my arms crossed over my chest with a look on my face mixed between sad and angry."You are not going and that is final!" Daddy yells at me and flops down into the couch across from me looking at me, anger flying through his eyes. "But... daddy please." I start to think that maybe I can pull the ol'. If I hadn’t been so completely and utterly infatuated with Meredith I would have simply stormed over, grabbed my clothes and went home. Instead I walked over like a good little girl and stood bare-assed by Meredith. Meredith wrapped her arm around me and pulled me close. The strawberry blonde, Abby, enjoyed this. I could tell by the sly little grin and the way her eyes were literally raping me but more so by the way her high beams flicked on and threatened to rip open her top.“Look closely.”. ” So I lay down, despite feeling rather itchy on the face as the chocolate goo began to set in my mustache. Anyway, you soon returned and told me to close my eyes. Which I did, full of anticipation, wondering what you had in store for me. First you asked me to sit up for a moment, and before I knew what was happening, you had grabbed both my hands by the wrists and tied them together with a pair of tights. Then you gently pushed me back down on the bed again and tied a silk scarf around my.