?I'm sorry, sir.? ?That's better. Now tell me what you're sorry for.? ?For swearing.? I'd never heard Ryan sound so subdued. ?I lost my temper onthe f...eld and swore at the umpire, then I swore at you. Twice.? ?Was that wrong?? ?Yes, sir.? ?So what does that mean?? ?That means I deserve to be punished. Sir.? Something clenched in my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Big,bad Ryan Avery was about to be punished by his father? What kind of punishment?I'd already seen George slap him. “Tell me a story…” she said on CL, “if it’s good, maybe we can act it out.” We exchanged emails for a week. CL was a lot easier then to contact for NSA or FWB situations. Today, it’s all fakes and ‘bots.She was hesitant then too. We met for coffee first. A pudgy, cute coed. We finally met up that Saturday, my place, and as it turned out, we then sucked and fucked all summer and into the fall, when she went back to school.She was experienced, but lacked finesse. She was looking for an older man. You take the opportunity to steady yourself by running your hand up his arm. It has an easy toned firmness that pleases you. You sit, and help him by putting the soft drink in the hand-rest between you. After several seconds of silence, where both of you look towards the screen, the man half sighs, half purrs in comfort. 'Mmm, still warm.' You feel frozen to the spot, like everyone in the cinema is listening to you two and can even hear you breathe and every small shifting of your feet. They. About six people came by to check out the room, but only one seemed promising. Despite the open space in the basement, it is carpeted and has newly painted sheet-rock walls and a bathroom. Eric “the boarder” had settled in and everything was fine for the first few weeks. Then one day, I was in my room when my mom came rushing in to tell me; “You gotta come down stairs right now”! I said, “What’s wrong”? She said; “You just got to see this”! I again asked her, “What”? As we proceeded down.