When the birdsong ceased, Claudine began a story told to her by her friend Izamar. Izamar, she reminded them, was a lanky brunette dripping, as Claudi...e put it, with existential savoir faire, not to mention international sophistication. But this particular story told by Izamar was an anecdote about a friend of hers--that is a friend of Izamar's.This friend, Irina, was in her late forties at the time of the story, a slender, brunette, attractive though shy person. She dressed conservatively and. Then he began tugging on the chains, pulling it down,further and further, pushing my limits as I gritted my teeth waiting for thenext painful tug. The tugs got so hard and so Sharpe they where gettingunbearable, then as if he had planned exactly which tug it was going to be Iscreamed out. He had been waiting for that moment. The smile on his face spreadover him like a curtain in an instant. I had given him the excuse he hadrequired without even knowing it. Now my ordeal was only going to get. "Guess where the fuck I am now...EXCUSESThese are actual excuse notes from parents (including spelling): God bless the American education system!My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today.Please execute him.Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday. She put her hand on my right hand. She was trying to stop my hand. She kept pushing my right hand away. She was breathing heavier. She was still on her cell phone. She started to slap my right hand away.I paused my right hand. She stopped slapping it. I then quickly dropped my right hand under her mini skirt. I could feel a thong on the tips of my fingers. I pulled it back. I looked down. It matched her black half cup bra she was wearing. It felt wet. I then could smell how turned on she was.