What Clara had done was no-one else’s fault. Still, without me none of this may have happened.“Well, done is done”, I said. “I’m sorry, I sc...ewed up too. I should have known you needed my help. We’ll just have to do better, ok?”“Do better?” she said. “You’ve seen what a loser I am now. I guess you won’t be my friend anymore. It’s ok, I understand.” She tried to put on a brave face, but I saw she was dreading my answer.“Amanda, you remember when I dropped you off in the car? What did I tell you. I went from a lanky kid with a lithe form to a half-assed athletic guy with a bit more muscle to attract some girls. That was a whole other story however. Despite my new look, and a tiny shred of self confidence added, my love life was basically none existent. I had secluded myself from the thought of actually getting to know someone decent. I'm sure I met plenty of girl who'd be happy to hook up with an insecure and more or less feminine guy, but I never thought I had a chance. That was until. "NEXT!" I shouted from my chair, through the open door to my office. A part of me was amazed though that with these losers applying that I got such a thrill from flat out rejecting them. It was a power I had never felt before because often I had been in their positions.In walked a gigantic black man. He was at least as tall as I was, probably taller, and built like a football player. His head was shaved bald and his skin was of a lighter hue than the other black applicants who had come in. He. SLAM! SLAM! WHACK! WHACK! Finally, it was over. Hans put the Thudder back in the suitcase, and gently helped Roger up, his face looking concerned. "It was a harsh punishment, ja?" Hans unlocked Roger's handcuffs, and removed his ball gag tenderly, and took off the nipple clamps. "You must stand still while I replace the cock-cage." Roger stood still and Hans locked the cock cage back on. Hans stood up again. "Was it so bad liebchen?" he asked affectionately. Roger began crying softlyand Hans.