Even though he attended class every day, and tried his best to understand the subjects, the problem was elsewhere. Bryan was not the type to follow a ...et of rules. And thanks to his mother working hard to get him in a good school, he was surrounded by a lot of them. No loitering, no cursing, no graffiti, no fights, the list goes on and on. But as we said, he was not the type to follow them. Every day he seemed to get in some kind of problem, mainly because the other students were wealthier, and. Once he dried his hands, he went back tohis bedroom to get dressed. He slipped off his pjs, and grabbed someclothes, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, out of a laundry basket. Whenhe looked at himself, he saw his normal self, but whenever he looked upat the mirror on the door, he saw a pretty girl imitating everything hewas doing.He went to his small kitchen, grabbed a bowl and poured some cereal. Heate quickly, downed a glass of orange juice, and grabbed a bookbag thatwas hanging on the back of. He smacks me hard in the face as tears seep through my blindfold. I feel him take my cum covered panties from my leg and hear him rip some masking tape.“I’ll show you to talk back to me”.“No ple-” he shoves my panties in my mouth and tapes it over my mouth.He smacks me again “Scream through that bitch”.He keeps me on my back, the pressure against my forearms. I feel him spread my legs kneeling between them. He grabs me by my ankles and bends them behind my head. I feel so exposed in this. From hereon it's your reputation, not some sort of representative or reflection." You're right." Don't have to be a nungungi for that." How's Sarah?" Decided on Cowan." She'll like that."When I got off I told Rachel. "I'd best find out what Max decided," she said."I thought he was fixed on UNSW." Well, I'll call anyway. Mum can spill the hysteria." It's four more months." I know that. But who knows what they're planning."The next day Rachel returned from the Gallery to tell me that they'd.