Turn him over to the on-site commander. That’s Hank Jenkins, but one of the lieutenants might be there, too.”“Hey, this is just bullshit. I just...poured myself this coffee!” Briggsby protested.“Then it will still be warm when you get back in five minutes. Now run Reaper over there and don’t be a dick about it. I wasn’t asking, I was telling,” said Sergeant Castle.“Fuck!” Briggsby muttered. I think he cussed every other word. He put the coffee back in the break room and said, “Get your shit. "She rolled her eyes and stomped away. Behind her stood her guests with disappointing faces. They followed Stacy back up the stairs, all except Carmyn, who was wrapped in a beach towel."So I'm wearing my bikini for nothing," she pouted then began to followed the others upstairs.John closed the door to his study and cursed himself out. If he'd cleaned the pool like he'd promised, he could've been watching Carmyn prance around in a two piece, skin glistening from the water, boobs jingling... He. You don't want to be here, you don't really want those boys ogling you, and you don't want to turn them on either. At least that is what you tell yourself: you're only doing it for your master. Finally you are able to grab the chalk and stand up straight. While you try to continue with your lesson, you are too confused to make much sense. The students are whispering among each other, and you strain to hear, unsuccessfully, what they are saying. You move to the middle of the small classroom to. Not even did the clock strike seven that I heard a bang coming from the door, I went toward the door to see my son Brian angry and slamming the door again, before I even was able to ask him what was going on he ran up to his room. I followed him upstairs and knocked on his door asking him what had happened, only to be told to mind my own business, after asking him over and over again with no apparent respond I decided to call my husband, just when I was about to go downstairs I heard my son.