ET: Once again I am with Francine Martel at a wedding in central New Jersey. Francine, a while ago you asked if I wanted to watch you dance Ragtime. Y...u didn't say you would be giving dance instructions to all the guest and you said nothing about doing Swan Lake. First, when did you learn all this about dance in the Gay 90's.FM: [laughing] It was The Nutcracker, not Swan Lake, but you got the composer right. About Ragtime, I have always loved Scott Joplin. I must have watched The Sting twenty. Russ andd Anton were gone and I could see none of my clothes my wallet or anything. My body covered with scratches, shit and cum hurt everywhere. Then trying to move I found I was in chains. Still dazed I began to fear what I let myself in for this time. My Christ, I didn’t even know where I was. Then hearing the door that question was soon answered by the owner Kelly Sangawitz. Whey all I could mutter was why he exclaiming with an evil smirk ‘You see boy you’re a whore and I own your ass. You. " "You can't do that in your room?" "It's way too hot in there. Look, I just need to cum, then I'll be okay." "Never mind! Just do whatcha' gotta, and leave me out of it!" Though I wasn't looking, I could sense her opening her legs. And then the smell hit me, which I tried desperately to ignore. "Y'all ain't gonna peek, are ya?" "No, no, just do it." "I mean it, don't be lookin' at my pussy!" "I'm not going to look! Just do it, alright?" I turned up the TV, so I wouldn't have to listen. It took about a week before things settled down and got calm again at school. Most of the girls in my classes weren't speaking to me, or to Nora, for that matter. The boys were an entirely different matter though. This was certainly true for me, but even more true with Nora. The rise in her popularity among the boys was instant and incredible. When asked, I'd refused to comment on, or to compare, either Nora or Lisa. Why should I?Hero to the other boys, social pariah among the girls. Such was.