The last of our training was dance school. My chastity corset was removedand I learnt the pole dance. This was not the pole dance of a stripperbut tha... of a whore. I had to gyrate in front of and make love to fakephalluses' mounted on a pole. At last I got to satisfy my sexual cravingsand satisfied myself using the mounted dildos. I also learnt the dance ofveils where, as I danced around a platform, men would pull away one veilat a time until finally I was naked in front of them. The man. Just walk down any school hall between classes and you will spot at lease one if not more pack, clan, gaggle or whatever they are called clustered together to share in the latest gossip around campus.On a few occasions, Jen would have a few girls over to visit. At those times I would have a ball and sometimes get a stiff neck from swiveling my head around to survey the available scenery. I mean, yes I was dedicated to Jen but I was not blind. A good looking babe is a good looking babe. Now. I knew then that I was just like my mom, a bornwhore because I really loved sucking his cock andswallowing his cum.Danny pulled me to my feet, I was now standing in allmy naked glory, he kissed me and told me how beautifulI was and I was in love, but I really think it was hisprick I was in love with. There was an old desk in theboiler room, so we sat on it and I held his prick whilehe felt me up and sucked my tits. It didn’t take longbefore Danny was rock hard again, he got off the. It’s a thirty-thousand-year-old injustice, give or take, but Hugo’s story gets me worked up anyway, just like the other injustices I read about in school—Dreyfus, Sacco and Vanzetti, the Rosenbergs, McCarthy’s victims, on and on. That’s what I went into criminal law for, I remind myself. I’m even working out strategies in my mind for defending Hugo’s poor stutterer before I shake my­self out of it.And it took a caveman to show me!I do need to get back to the law. And I will. Hugo and Irving are.