. clavodeltoid?" I ask, unsure. "Uh huh. Okay. This one?" He moves his hand back to my shoulder blade. "Uhm... the... acromiodeltoid?" "This one?" he ...ontinues. "The spinodeltoid?" "Okay, now moving on. What is this?" he asks, moving his hand under my arm and circling it to my back. "Uhm, the pectoralis?" "No, this," he says, circling his hand to my breasts, "is the pectoralis." I gasp, in shock, his touch making me wet and horny. "Now, what is this?" he asks, moving his hand under my arm and. The broadest part of his fist was almost inside him now, not that Kevin could know that. He hung against his restraints, praying through bitten and bloody lips that it would soon be over. He could feel the semen trickling down the inside of his thigh, but he would have gladly traded many other nights of the normal abuse just to get out of this. With a sudden surge, the man’s fist was inside him. Kevin almost passed out from the pain, but then it was over, leaving behind just a burning. I'm going home and no body is in the school so lock up tight.' I assured him I would and went into the shower to clean my self up again. When I had finished showering and was in the dressing area, I heard footsteps in the gym, they echoed like thunder as they approached the shower room. I froze and watched the door as it slowly opened, standing there silhouetted in the door way was the varsity football team captain. He looked at me and bark 'track team punks are supposed to be out of hear by. Just don’t blame me if they bust their gut laughing. Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?MEMORIES :My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother’s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes.