Charlie was struggling to breathe and was scared that she would passout.A disembodied hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and like lighteninga cosh ...rashed into the crown of the big man's head, toppling his beanieand driving him to his knees. A second blow knocked him to the filthycobbles. The hand went inside the man's collar and felt for a pulsethen retracted."Come on Charlie." The same hand took hers and pulled her out of therecess and led her under one of the pale yellow carriage. From its tally marked walls to it’s sticky,tiled floor. This is my domain from 8 o’clock in the evening to 6 o’clock the next morning. There are four holes in this stall,one in front of me big enough to accommodate the biggest of “tools”,one above that one so either a customer with a bigger than normal tool can help me fit it down my throat or just so he can show his dominance by making me gag on it and last but not least,the hole behind me for those who want to fill my fuckhole with their. Great. More writing to do. And this was even harder than the major paper I'd been working on all spring for Critical Approaches to History. At least in that class we were assigned a topic and had to research and document each reference. I felt that was easier than the whole process of thinking up your own topic and then writing what you think about it. It wasn't as important that the sources be documented as that our thought process was documented for radical thinking.I met Dani, Debbie, and. " I wanted to say his name but he had his mouth on me again. "Chopping wood as long as I have is hard work, y'know..." Steven whispered against me. He ceased his action of writhing against me and his hand was in its place. "Help a woodsman out?" he whispered against my lips. I hardened even more, I swear it wanted to burst from my pants!That's right, for such a nice day I wasn't wearing any briefs.I couldn't believe how easy it was, Steven pressing my buttons the right way like this. A true.