" Well, don't be surprised if some schmoozer in a suit shows up and wants to talk to you." I got nothing to hide," said Bob. "Bring 'em on." Don't say...that. They sweated Steve Campinelli for like an hour. He looked like he'd been put through the wringer when he came out." What'd he say about it?" asked Bob."Not a damn word. Said he'd been told to keep his mouth shut. But he must not have done anything wrong, because he's still on the duty roster." Well, like I said, I've got nothing to hide. Go. It’s soft and warm and feels a lot more intense than when I had a condom on last night but Marta isn’t taking all of me, just a couple inches before pulling off and crawling up my body while straddling me. It takes a little maneuvering but she has me in hand and guides me towards her entrance for the second time in less than a day and slides down burying me in her. She’s still got a grip on me like she did last night but now I can feel everything as she works half of me in and out of her. I. I was beyond caring what the other student’s saw, since my mom was fuming. I had to get up to approach my mom and ask what the problem was.She took me aside and told me that she didn’t know about all this displaying oneself to everyone was part of the school. I told her I was fine with it, and that I was enjoying it. The shocked look on my mom’s face was priceless.“You actually like doing this?” I smiled at my mom and gave her hug and said, “Yes I do, mom.”My mom was silent for a few minutes.. They all had something to say. They all had suggestions about how to fix everything. The sporty version of Bec told me to go for a run – exercise always makes me feel better. The version of Bec that was hugging Liz thought I should call my friend and talk to her. Even the rude Bec who never stops touching her boob had a suggestion that would supposedly make me forget about everything for a while. I guess she was right but her idea wouldn’t solve my problems either – it might make them go away.