Reaching past the folded fan in my purse, I select the black scarf I had worn earlier. I am certain that, having been around my neck, it is suffused w...th my personal mix of cinnnamon, vanilla and jasmine. Again, I ask, “Do you trust me?” “Yes, dear,” is your reply. What presumption! I think. He doesn’t know me. We only met just last week, and oh, yes, we have been sending messages back and forth. But to call me Dear? I don’t think so. ” Dear? Dear? You don’t know me that well,” I say, and then,. "Oh, wow, what big words for a queer," he said, laughing with one large smile on his face. "Tim and I know you are into guys, which is cool. You'd be surprised how many guys here are."I was a bit shocked, actually, since I had never seen nor had I ever heard of anything like that since I came to this school. Usually, when there are guys playing around, especially in a boys school, it goes around like wildfire. It did at my other school and that was a public school. THIS is a boarding school. "It'll be kinda like you're popping my other cherry for me! But I'm a little scared, too, 'cause I know it's gonna hurt!" Does that mean that you want me to stop it if hurts you too much?" Bill asked, feeling a pang of disappointment."No, silly," Jody laughed, poking him again in his ribs. "It means that if I yell out 'cause it hurts really bad, I don't want you to pay any attention to me. I want you to go right on fucking me until you make us both come!"Bill grinned gratefully at his sister,. “That can be allowed. You have five minutes.”Bishop Mathys pushed himself into Gabrielle’s cell, closing the door behind him. At this proximity, Gabrielle couldn’t help but wrinkled her nose at the wine on his breath, and the stink of his sweat.“You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, Gabrielle,” he hissed at her, keeping his voice low, “And how funny, how damned hilarious it is to see you fall on the authority of the church now, when you’ve been subverting my authority for years! But.