He borrowed this from "Don Quixote," the only book he had ever read, but which he still slightly remembered."No," he cried, "they have not wounded, bu... perhaps they have robbed me!" and he thrust his hands into his pockets. They were untouched; the hundred louis he had reserved for his journey from Rome to Venice were in his trousers pocket, and in that of his great-coat he found the little note-case containing his letter of credit for 5,050,000 francs. "Singular bandits!" he exclaimed; "they. I felt mighty horny and covered myself with a sheet after removing my shorts and played with my dick. Suddenly mom came in to know why I had tucked myself in so early. I removed my hands lay as if nothing, but my body betrayed me. Without my shorts no one was there to control my dick. It shot up and stood like a pole under the sheet."What are you hiding under the sheet?" mom asked."Nothing."Unexpectedly she grabbed my dick and I pulled away embarrassed. She was surprised and still couldn't. “Your place would be nice, I need a shower and to change my clothes. Riding from Oklahoma City in that old truck was hot, sweaty business.” I wasn’t going to ask her what was hot and sweaty about riding in a tractor like that one with the windows all rolled down on a cold early spring morning. I figured I already knew the answer.“Now, wait a minute! I never invited you to come stay with me. Hell, I don’t even know your name!”“Well, your name is Rupert Morgan and my name is Angel Vine, middle. I like math. Math is good. I understand it. We have 15 students in class this time, which is not a good number, but if I count Susan and Mr. Quillian, then there is 17 which is good. I hope one more person doesn’t show up, that will screw things up. But Ramona Caprice, the girl who always wants people to use both her names, shows up. She is late as usual. Now our number is bad. This will not be a very good day.I was right. Before long Ricky in the front row is having a meltdown and Susan has to.