One Saturday morning, three weeks after Joyie's death, I heard rain tapping at the window. My head felt too heavy to be lifted off the pillow; my mout... was dry and sour. I concentrated on not throwing up and then opened my right eye. For the first few seconds I didn't know where I was, but after a momentary panic, my brain connected the desk chair and the window seat with Brad's room.I gone to a party with my cousins the night before and could remember getting drunk for the first time in my. “For all I know you may run straight to coach after this and snitch on us.” He teased me by running his fingertip along my shaft, causing me to shiver. “I don’t wanna get in trouble, so maybe I should just stop now.”“No! Don’t!” I yelled desperately before I could even stop myself, causing the two upperclassmen to laugh. Was this really what I had been reduced to? A queer fag who had to beg to be finished while tied to a chair against his will? Where had my dignity gone? “Please...” I found. One morning Yuko woke up nude in Xandra's bed having spent all night between each other legs and found that Xandra's computer was on, Yuko moved over to the desk hoping to find some nude pictures or videos of woman like she had downloaded at home, only to find that Xandra's pictures and video's were much more then just lesbian sex, there were pictures of young girls Yuko's age and a little older in various stages of mutilation and death, being held down and slaughtered like animals or having a. At that moment i felt butterflies as sexual excitement intensified. But how would i do this? i thought. What if he rejects me. THen i thought to myself, he does not know my name or anything about me. I should return and maybe indirectly hint something towards him. I figured i could wear my tighter jeans without a belt and put a g string on. MAybe if he saw the G string when i crouched down he would know. I immediately took action cleaning out my ass and shaving it as well as the rest of my.