I jumped out of bed, barely believing what i had just heard. I didn’t even know how I had kept my cool when I replied to my aunt. I showered, got dr...ssed, bid farewell to my dad, to whom I told I was going to the library to study. Got into my car and sped off to my aunt’s apartment.I drove up to her building, parked up and went to the main gate. I punched in her apartment number. It rang, and I waited. No-one answered. I was by now, thinking of some extremely dirty thoughts about my aunt and. I didn't need this shit. I had enough on my plate without having to put up with a bitch who thought she was Hitler just because she had a fucking whistle.I got dressed in my street clothes and was on my way back to the field when I thought about my project. I took a detour to my book locker and got the materials Ms. Evans had given me the previous week. I had room in my book bag once I did some quick rearranging.The rest of the team was finishing up a lap around the court when I got back. The. I know it's not very ladylike but sometimes I get off a couple of times in the middle of the day because I love to fantasize about it.Finally, one Saturday as we sipped our wine and watched a favorite three-way where the wife was shared with the most beautiful black stud I decided I had to go for it. I wanted to be fucked by a huge cock so badly that I was quivering in anticipation. Although, Dave had never proposed the idea of actually doing it we both liked to watch wife sharing and couples. I told him that my name was Hiram Thomas, and he frowned at that."Hell, Man, the hombre what shot Billy Bob Hooper ain't no Hiram Thomas. Ain't you got a fighting name?"I regretfully told him that I did not, so he asked where I was from. I answered that I was from Twin Oaks, Texas, so he said, "Mister, from now on, you are The Twin Oaks Kid!" I admitted to liking that name, so that was the one I adopted.I had only gotten under $2 from Billy Bob, and I did not think that his gun or knife were.