M. with a raging hard-on. As I lay awake I yearned for Neal.‘Should I, shouldn’t I?’ I thought. Fuck yeah… I simply had to.Walking down the pa...sage I tried my best to lose my erection, and finally managed to suppress my teenage horniness before knocking on his door.I stood and looked at him sheepishly as he opened the door.“Another headache?” he asked quietly, as his ravenous eyes scanned me.I apologized for not getting pills from the matron. Smiling, Neal invited me into his room and after. "Well, even if he is," which she highly doubted, "it doesn't matter. Why do you think that?" He doesn't like girls!" Yeah! We all tried to get a piece while we were in the shower but he was as limp as a dead fish." I even blew him and he never even got to half!" Hmm. Well, ok ladies. I'll talk to him but if it's true, you're just going to have to deal with it." Stacy went into the shower, Homer had his back to her. She was still in her sweats, so she didn't care if she got wet, but she didn't. It wasn’t fair a group of boys had tried to rape her, but no one at the school would believe her, or they just didn’t care. Fighting was against the rules after all. She picked through her cereal, not really interested in her food and worried about what kind of punishment she would receive.She arrived at school and reported to the principal’s office. He indeed had a vicious punishment for her. He informed her that she would be excused for all of her normal classes. Instead she was to report to. Grigor’s car was gone, so he pulled into the driveway. He had not said anything to Gabriella about his conversation with her father. Still, it had been haunting him ever since. More than once she had asked him why he was rubbing his right forearm, and more than once he simply shrugged his shoulders pulling his left hand away. He had wanted to wait until Emma’s funeral. And now it was over. They had paid tribute to a memory, a photograph. There was no Emma to say goodbye to. Her body had been.