“Damm Matthew, that's quite a story. So how many girls since then have you, uhh---”. “It's ok Kirk, you can say fuck. Even though Im just 16, I ...otta pretty filthy mouth”. “LOL, ok, so how many”? “Hmm, maybe 10-12. Haven't really kept count. Even let a couple of dudes swing down me”. “Really—that's amazing. Not many b o y s your age would admit that”. “Ya, I guess, but I don't really give a fuck. Besides—anybody that ever let a dude suck his dick, knows it's better than girls”. “So what was. Meg looked up and Mavis would have sworn there was a touch of panic in her face, or disappointment ... or something."It doesn't seem fair to put it all on one or two people," she said. She didn't even believe her own statement, and knew it sounded flat.She had decided to get to the bottom of the "Bobby phenomenon" as she thought of it. Every woman who went in there came out looking different, even though Bobby always looked like ... Bobby. She saw Meg and Sally trade looks, and her. My master and the other man continued to whip me until they too hadgiven me their quota of lashes. I could even hear them calling out the numberof lashes until they had finished. Itwas a terrible torture and punishment but I had survived. All 6 men had givenme a long, hard whipping. Somehow I had endured the merciless punishmentalthough my whole body was wracked with pain. I could now feel the icy nightair on my naked body as I continued to hang on the wooden cross, tortured bythe barbed wire. ‘Hey John, let’s get going!’ Brad said. ‘You missed it yesterday. Ms. Valente is our gym teacher. She’s hot!’ I was tempted to smile because I remembered Ms. Valente and Brad was right. She really was hot. Of course, smiling was out of the question with him standing so close because it was all I could do not to punch Brad in the mouth. The moment was completely surreal. Here I was, standing in front of the girl I would one day marry. Standing next to her was my ‘friend’ Brad who sometime.