Jacob gulped thickly, brows furrowed, and the droplets of sweat that seemingly clung to his face were now rolling down. His member was aching, and he ...as beginning to find it more and more difficult keeping it out of plain sight.Rosa moaned again, flicking her hair back. "Yummy!" she beamed, gazing up at Jacob through her thick, pretty lashes, batting them softly at him."Tsk," Jacob scoffed out, snapping his head away from her tantalizing gaze."Rosa! Jacob!"The loud, blaring voice thrummed. . . but a sly little grin began to creep over her face. What if SHE continued the story? More than likely she wouldnt get into any trouble, because her uncle would not know who did it . . . unless she signed it she thought. She had received As in writing in school, but this was a very different kind of writing. The kind that needed a bit more preparation she thought . . . and looking out the window to see her family below . . . she pulled her top over her head and then quickly unhooked her bra. But I believed my biggest problem was that the relationships in which I engaged didn't have staying power, starting with my two failed marriages. A reason would always pop up for me to pull the plug, or else it would be pulled on me. How much of that was my doing? To be sure, a lot of it certainly was, but perhaps some of it was pure chance. What was it that I really wanted from relationships? Was it possible that, even now, I was still trying to figure that out?Look at what had happened in. He was fresh meat for these girls who loved nothing more than tormenting sissies.“Will you look at that!” shouted one of the bully-girls who seemed to be the leader of the pack. “Must be a girl-boy or a boy-girl with such lovely long locks. So which are you, kid?”Isaac trembled as he spoke but tried to sound defiant, “ I’m a boy, of course. It’s just my mom thinks I look good with my hair long. But I’m all boy, believe me.”One of the girls whispered something in the gang leader’s ear. The.