That is why he wasn’t able to attend your detention. He was working on that same presentation when his calculus teacher accused him of not paying at...ention in class. Both incidents have been excused.“After going through CIP testing, it was determined that Mr. Covington is far too advanced, academically, to be wasting his time going to high school. Therefore, you are to immediately approve him for graduation and put a rush on his paper work so he will have his signed diploma in hand no later. They began to talk and drink and by 12 he told the bartender "check pl-l-l-l-le-e-a-a-se" in a drunken slur that couldnt be mistaken for anything else. this guy was drunk. realy drunk. drunker than an irishman on st. patricks day. real drunk.well, they both somehow managed to stumble back to his apartment and bega to kiss. they both blacked out as soon as the door shut. the next day they both awoke having hangovers from hell. they took a few tylenol and puked a few times, and went back to. There was a lamp on in the room when I woke up. I could still hear music but only a tenth as loud as before. I could hear the sounds of beer bottles being cleared away and chairs being put up on tables downstairs. Closing time. I reached up to wipe sleep away from my eyes, but my hand wouldn’t obey. I figured I was still impossibly drunk. I tried again. Something held it back. I was tied by both hands and feet to the floor – thick rubber cords fastened into eyehooks in the wooden. Chuckling, he continued, “Spit it out, boy, and show some honesty.”“Yes, you are,” I whispered.Duncan’s face lit up with impish pleasure before he resumed. “So, do you think of me when you are tugging your dick, huh, and wonder what my cock looks like?”Again I blushed like crazy but said nothing."Cat got your tongue, Colin?” he blatantly teased.“Yeah, I do wonder what your cock looks like,” I shyly whimpered.“Well, I’ll think about showing it to you,” he replied, almost dismissively, before.