The Sparrows turned to face me and brandished their staves furiously, determined to make me pay for attacking one of their kind. I got off another rou...d, causing another of their company to fall. It was a lot easier with them making such a large target, all massed in a circle. I couldn’t miss if I tried.“You there, what are you doing? Attacking a Sparrow is a sacrilege and an attack on the Faith of the Seven! On the High Sparrow himself!” their leader demanded of me, causing me to silence him. Then I realized his expression was the same as the people I passed in thehall, and he slid causally into his seat, pulled his textbook from hisbag, and turned his attention toward Mr. Eastman.I ... wanted ... to ... die.Of course he didn't remember anything about our relationship. Why wouldhe? Now he was just another of the masses, liking me because I was BensonHigh's darling. Not because of who I really was. Of who we'd beentogether.The rest of the class was a blur of despair. I think Mr.. I’m an adult, and you’re a . . .”I took her hand and moved it up and down the length of my cock over my pants. “Does that feel like something that belongs to a child?”“No, but, do you think I could be arrested for child molestation?” She did giggle after saying that.“Candy, Candy, Candy. Pull it out of my pants.”She labored to do so, but finally got it out, and began stroking it with one little white hand. I put my hand under her little cheerleader skirt and tugged on the matching panties. I. I could see the end of the line of cars at last.The old woman, and she was as old as any I had ever seen, looked up at meand roared with a deep voiced laughter. She kept it up until she startedcoughing. Finally she said, "I've been on the wrong side most 'a my wholedamn life, no reason to stop now, Sergeant. Gotta a cigarette?" I don't smoke." Kids, all cowards. Been smoking 'bout over seventy years. Still here."Then she coughed some more and reached into her bag and took out aMarlboro."Why you.