It was right before the school year started when my mother received a letter in the mail regarding my academics. Apparently since I was in the local g...fted and talented program, a new charter school was interested in testing me to see if I qualified for a scholarship."Dave," my Mom asked, "Would you be interested in going to a private school for your Freshman year of High School rather than going to public School at North?"She seemed pretty excited about this, since there was no way she could. And then he slaps me through my face. Hard. "Your words and sounds mean nothing here. They are to our ears like the sounds an animal makes. Your crying and screaming will amuse us and your whining and barking will irritate us. So, I will only say this once more, shut up if you want to suffer less."And the he hits me again, to make sure I understood his lesson. This time it is so hard that I can't keep my balance. I fall against the tree next to me and then to the ground in front of his feet.. ... It's incredible. It's also a perfect bonding opportunity, because he has to open himself up and become vulnerable just as I have to. It gives him a better understanding of sex, and we really bond over the shared experience of vulnerability and newness. Holding him after, when he can barely move his legs and is just drained from all of the excitement is the best. Also I feel really sexy in a harness, and it's really cool to have a penis." —Gilly-flower-tho6. "The most important thing for me. She walked out the door carrying her jacket from the night before. I watched her go. It was our first fight, but I felt pretty sure it was a twofer. Our first and our last fight at the same time.I rode to the project site just to see what was happening. I really didn’t want to sit around trying to decide what I should do next. I knew that would just get me deeper into the shit. So I checked in with the foreman to see what was happening. I managed to waste the day with the pre inspection tour..