This dimension was typical in most school issues: those grade names, the dates school terms started and stopped throughout the year, class times, etc....Although I had done exceptionally well in my 9th grade final exams, I didn't bother to ask to be skipped another grade, as I was sure the Principal wouldn't agree to that. I'd encountered him around school a few times since he'd advanced me, and he clearly hadn't enjoyed being proved wrong. A better man, such as Mr. Barrett, would've celebrated. .....just a mask. How was it glowing? What was it doing in your back yard?You wanted to ask yourself these things, but as soon as you picked the thing up your arms get a mind of their own and yank the damn thing onto your face. Bits of dirt fly into your mouth from the motion and as soon as you spit them out your mouth clamps shut and the rest of your body freezes in place. The mask then squishes and melds against your face like it's made of liquid, now it feels like there's slime on your face.. Her giggling told me that she had done it on purpose. ‘Too bad,’ Anne shrugged, ‘if you can’t decide, it will be both for you, bunny-ears.’ I wanted to protest, but the phrase seemed to pull a lever in my head. This was her game, her secret code-word. And with it came that deep-rooted need to please her. I swallowed hard and whispered demurely, ‘Yes, Mistress!’ A second later, my vision was once more filled by Brenda’s wide backside, and I tentatively extended my tongue and licked a soft trail. The two things that are killing me right now are unions and rising health care costs. Anyway, this story isn't about business. It's about my life and my marriage and how just a little while ago both of them sucked.My name is Wayne, I'm 27 years old. I'm reasonably good looking and in shape. As mentioned before, I'm financially well off and most would have expected me to be happily married. I wasn't."I'd been married to Aida, whom our friends call "Ai", for short, for about four years when the.