The Confederate paper lambasted Johnston for retreating; the Springfield paper criticized Sherman for the slow progress. Sam had no high opinion of ne...spaper editors, and his recent reading had not increased it. He thought about writing a letter to the Springfield editor thanking him for urging that more Illinois boys die so his headlines could be more exciting. Since the editorial was more than two weeks old, he decided not to bother.They spent nearly three weeks in the new lines, or well back. ”“Thanks Joe, we’re in Florida now and Bobby is driving, just wait til you see what we’re driving now.”“Damn Murphy, we’ll all be out front when you get here, I bet all of you are naked too, right?”“You got that right, we’ll be there in a few minutes too, see you then.”Damn, I like that old country boy, he makes things work with no effort at all. I need to do something for him and Krissy, something special.“Murphy, we’re about there, I’m turning onto Little Beaver Road now,” Bobby yelled and we. .." Brad was back to rubbing my cock through my pants."Did he lie to us?" Mark continued to stroking himself as he talked, "He said you'd sucked him off twice." I...no...I mean..." I was trying to get my head around what was going on, but I was so high."You didn't suck him off?" This time it was Brad."I...I..." I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants as Brad continued to rub over it and being high actually made what he was doing feel good, "...I did...but...." Then you can do us too." Mark. Note: this some minor edits have been madeChapter 3: To Spite My FaceThe electronic whining of my alarm jarred me awake abruptly at 6:30 am.I sat up groggily wondering why it had gone off early. Then Iremembered. I no longer attended Jefferson Public Middle School. I wasnow a student at Gladden Academy. "No," I thought as though I couldwish this grim reality away. But I knew I couldn't. It loomed beforeme and there was no way to avoid it.I stumbled down out of the attic and into the.