She stamped her foot in frustration. “Fuck!” She turned about and looked at the underground station. It was large but empty. She was alone in the ...tation. The oval shaped tunnels and indented tile ceiling felt familiar, but she couldn’t remember which station she was at. Where the hell am I? She looked for an information pillar and found one next to the escalators.This has got to be Metro Center. That or L’Enfant Plaza, she reasoned as she walked to the pillar. This station is too big for a. "Are you sure you won't reconsider? Let the justice system take its course? Who knows what will happen?" Susan's frustration was obvious in the tone of her voice."No way, Mom; I can't take any chances. Besides, you promised!" As Sam and his mother walked the block to Ms. Johnson's front door, Sam started to get nervous. After all, he was about to try and convince someone that he was an effeminate panty-waist; a sissy.A smartly dressed woman met them at the door to the opulent house and led them. As of the week after that I started noticing some strange things. First, I became popular and more classmates hinted that they want to have a sleepover at my place. I was only too happy to oblige, and I started having boys over every weekend. First one guy at a time, then two, and it quickly became four boys at a time. My mother was very nice on those visits. Apart from the regular meals, she started to serve us some hot chocolate in the evening and she was generally nice with the boys.The next. “But then I doubt if you would be willing to make up the same perks of the job anyway.” “Oh, I’m sure we could come to some arrangements,” she said. “I mean, I could supply plenty of refreshments and a midday meal as well.” ”Ah yes,” I said, “But I gets to sleep with the mistress of the house as well.” Okay, I know I shouldn’t have said it, but she was beginning to bug me by then. She took a moment for this gem to be absorbed, me leaning on the rake, she standing with her mouth hung open. Then.