I must have floated away again with my own sexy thoughts and feelings - and I only came back to reality when the sound of a curtain being jerked along...a metal rail made me start back to proper consciousness.It was the other woman, of course, now fully dressed and carrying her handbag and the clothes she must have been trying on, just stepping out of her cubicle, no doubt about to leave. The noise she'd made drawing the curtain must have startled me into making some kind of noise or movement. " "Look, I've got it, you don't need to keep going on. Just start, why don't you." "Oh Orpheus, my blessed husband, how brave, how clever you are." "Think nothing on it, babe, rescuing damsels is my everyday." Is it far to Plutonium, to the gateway to the world above? How much longer must we endure this doomed and desperate place?" You do know that if you'd been a better wife and not swooned away to death at the sight of my trouser snake you might have ended up in the Elysium Fields rather than. As the porn kept playing, her hand went to my chest, caressing a nipple through the fabric of my tank top. I took a sharp breath as she did so, looking at her. She wasn’t looking back at me, solely concentrating on circling my nipple with her finger. Then her hand went lower, to the hem of my top. She pulled it over my head, leaving me sitting there in just my panties. And before I could say or do anything, she was on all fours in front of me, suckling my nipple. My breathing was ragged as I. It hurt even more that some of these boys were seen as leaders androle models by most of the teachers, while my friends and I appeared not evento exist. That teasing soon grew into my being labeled gay by my tormentors. Ofcourse I argued back, no way was I gay, don't call me a fag. My close friendseven began to find it all very funny. School was hell, I dreaded every momentof it.Then one day, something amazing occurred. I had been sent out of class todeliver a message to the office. As I walked.