.. about that..." Samantha was blushing, looking down at her feet."You don't have to do this, Sam," Jackson watched her face carefully, looking for si...ns of hesitation. It didn't matter how helpful his CPU could've been in convincing her; if she wasn't willing to do this, he had no desire to force her."No," Samantha seemed startled, "no, that's not it at all, I really do, it's just I ... I don't know how."Jackson shot a look at Cynthia, hoping she wouldn't make fun of Samantha's embarrassment,. Grossed out, I pulled out the carrot from my ass. I looked at it as shit stains marked the thicker end and halfway down. ?I? I cant do it, Sir.? I gagged.Plug your nose and eat that fucking carrot, or you will get 100 lashes before bed! I plugged my nose but gagged with every bite at just the thought of eating some of my own shit. It even came up a little bit.You better hold it in, bitch. Remember, this is just part of your training. You can do it. You know you can.I did it. I actually. All to soon, she heard the dreaded sound of the bell dismissing class. Her head pounded from all the days events that had come to pass, and the nerves that overflowed her stomach. She drug her feet slowly down the hallway, waiting for everybody to clear out of the building. Jealously hit her as she heard everyone going on about tonight and where they were meeting to tailgate. It was her favorite part of fall, and the first game of the year, yet she was missing it. When she couldn't stall any. “Lord, Lord, you have to come, come quick! Oh God! Lord, you have to come!” she wailed.“Tina, what’s the problem?”“It’s Kirsten, Lord, oh God! Kirsten ... Kirsten’s been raped!” Jack stopped and stared at the wall in disbelief. Tina continued, “Lord, Lord, you have to come! Oh God, please!”“I’ll be over as soon as I get dressed. Did you take her to a hospital?”“Oh, Lord, come quick!”Jack spent the next few minutes calming down Tina and getting the name of the hospital. As soon as he hung up, he.