I turned to the mirror when she was done and saw this slutty looking sissy staring back at me. “Time to get dressed slut.” She said and lead me to...the bedroom.I was cramping pretty good and wanted to expel the water from me, but the plug held it tight. My stomach was sticking out a lot more than normal and I moved slowly to the bedroom. “What’s the matter? Too much water?” she asked as she came over and started pushing on my stomach. I groaned and tried to move away but she quickly grabbed my. When I peaked over to look at Mario he was doing the same. When we were finally at our full 5 my brother told me to think of something that gets you really horny and keep stroking. I laid down on the floor and did what he said. I closed my eyes and started thinking about my friend Kevin. We were soccer teammates and often I would stare at him when we took our shower after practices and games. I couldnt help but looking at him. He was Mexican like Mario and me but he had a darker tan. I would. Make room for? What did they do with all the poor?Oh ... that’s right. Communism ... there are no poor ... everyone is equal.We saw how that worked in Russia.“How far to the boat yard?”“Maybe six blocks. Let me call you a red taxi...”“For six blocks?”“Miss Flintkote ... in case you hadn’t noticed ... this area is full of displaced people. They’re not happy about it. You have an obscure accent ... not British but not Hong Kong ... they have lost ancestral homes ... such as it is ... you’re the. “Miss Langton,” she snickered. “You still call her Miss Langton.”“It’s how I think of her.” It was a mere two years after I left school that Miss Langton gave up teaching to pursue the literary career she’d always dreamt of, under the pen name Rebecca Deveaux – a name better suited to her debonair personality – but I could only ever think of her as Miss Langton.“If you say so.” Jasmine sniffed. “That’s on the record. What about off the record?”“There’s nothing to tell.”“Are you sure?”I leaned.