I know exactly what you mean." She chuckled."Yes'm. Sorry. Frau Blucher encourages us to try to put our lessons to use outside the classroom." An exce...lent idea. Perhaps I should do that. My German is pretty rusty." I didn't mean to hit him there, even though I wasn't happy with what he'd yelled, and the way he'd yelled it. Fortunately his aim was lousy or I might be missing some teeth. Anyway, I wanted to nip that sort of -- uh -- crap -- in the bud by showing people I wouldn't take it lying. ”I looked at Columbo. Over 250 pounds. Looks fat, looks soft. Isn’t. He looked away.Harold said, “Shoulda killed the cocksucker.”Strangely, I felt a little sympathy tug. I guess the pimp you know... “Cocksucker.”“Why didn’t you? Kill him?”Well, this is the life I’ve chosen for myself. Standing in the sunshine on a pimp’s porch talking about murder.“Should have.”“Harold.”He sighed. Weight of the world. Frowned. Dropped his voice to almost a whisper. “Something about that cat. Not right. Not even. She'd never live down her rep after that scene.There were some routine announcements about tryouts for the athletic teams and a casting call for the fall play; reminders about not littering and signing up for a talent show—typical high school announcement topics, but no call to the office for Denise and me. Home room period passed with little more of interest and I was able to organize the homework that I would need to turn in later.The hall period-change time only involved one Request for. My heart started pounding in my ears. It sounded like jungle drums beating in the background of an old Tarzan movie. I couldn’t suck enough air into my lungs to answered. I felt dizzy like I am going to pass out. Suddenly I heard someone shout, “You can suck my aching cock!”My dizziness suddenly disappeared, and I realize it was me who shouted. I thought to myself, oh shit. I have really fucked up now. How am I going to explain this sudden, crude outburst to my Aunt? Aunt Bella had a startled.