Stupid bitch, there was no way I could ever release her now she had seen my face. Frustrated I kicked her hard in the belly. Her whole body flexed a...hletically as she drew in her pained abdomen, I then stared at the dirty imprint of my boot on her yellow jersey. I hated myself for feeling good after that! Twice more I kicked her in the belly, harder each time, so she continued to twist and writhe with muffled sobs for several more minutes before lying almost still again with just her. ” He went out into the hall and I heard the door open. I thought I heard a deep voice say something like “Is he here?” before it was shushed. Yep. He's here, and not deaf. I put my hand on my knee to stop my leg jiggling up and down. “Y'alright?” I didn't stand up, but smiled and nodded. The first lad that came in – Mikey – couldn't have been more than twenty, slim, grey cotton trackies, grey Lacoste hoodie and a white polo shirt. Definitely cute. Nice smile. Dark eyes, like Gary, but black. But when I got to College, my English Literature teacher, just didn't turn me on, but rather she had me steaming with passion. Not only was she a wonderful teacher, but she had a body like you only see in a Playboy Centerfold.My desk was right in front of her desk. She would sit on the top of her desk facing me. She always wore those real short dresses, and when she crossed her legs, her dress would ride up on her very beautiful thighs. She always wore a plunging bra that exposed the upper part. It wasn't because of any misdeeds on my part, or a resumption of intra-band discontent. Not this time. Rather, the blame fell squarely on Mother Nature.The snow started falling early that afternoon, and within a few hours had reached blizzard intensity. It was quickly apparent that the show would have to be postponed. This was confirmed in short order by way of a phone call from Paul, who had pretty much assumed the role of band manager, and handled all of our bookings. This was something that.