It was frustrating as I hurried to work knowing it was going to be a long shift, feeling so horny from playing with myself and not being able to orgas.... I was right. It was a long shift but I did entertain myself with checking out everybody who was coming in and out of the hotel. I had some time left in my shift so I continued to think on and off about my life. I made good money here and had good friends but no one special in my life. Walking down the hall I stopped and looked at myself. “No ... some girl named Pamela just promised to pay may a lot of money to start a fire in your oven.”“It looks like I was wrong to doubt you two. Take the memo from my desk and head back to yours.”“Thank you Mrs. Lesummer.” Emanuel quickly grabbed the memo and started toward the back.“As for you Jennifer ... I’m drafting you into the Program for a full week. That’s the price for your little stunt. Strip and bring your clothes to my desk, or I’ll ask your classmates to assist you.”“But .... " She reassured herself and proceeded to the entrance, closing and double locking the door. Something pressed her against the heavy wood and slowly touched her ankles. It inched upward, caressing her bare shins then stopped at Makayla's knees. She knew they were ticklish and felt him rubbing behind them, dipping the very tips of his fingers into the hollowed valley. The sixteen year old struggled to keep herself upright throughout the assault. The form continued and drew his hands up the inner. ' I don't like getting up and read out loud I get light headed, sweaty palms and feel like I'm going to throw up. As she explained what the poem was suppose to be about which it was going to be about love I was trying to think of a exit strategy but nothing was coming to me. So she told us to get started as I sat there trying to come up with a poem that I'm not good at. Roses are red, Violets are blue but actually there purple..and this is stupid how about you . NOPE that is stupid My heart.