"Bryce!... Bryce?!..., Mr. Bryce Flannigan!" Mrs. Beals yelled at me. My gaze broke at once as I looked towards her with a response."Yes ma'am," I sai...."Bryce, do you not care about this project, poem, or my class for this matter? Because if not I don't dare ask why you decided to drag yourself away from your less academic activities, which I imagine consists mostly of screaming homo-phobic comments in the halls and flirting with girls that deserve far better," she said.The class giggled. My. ”Raising his wand above his head, he waved it around releasing a hologram of Claire in her hotel uniform. The image remained visible to all as the discussion of her escape went on. Lowering the wand to once again serve as a microphone he continued “her name is Claire Mason and as her offence is now public, her additional sentence will be carried out in public, for the entertainment and instruction of the masses. Further be warned…I do not believe she escaped without assistance. Anyone who has. I'm acting like a schoolgirl, she thought to herself. I'm a married woman. I should be thinking of Tim, not Michael. I should be concentrating on my home and being a good wife. So what if Tim isn't as romantic or even as erotic as I wish, he's the man with whom I have chosen to live my life. Michael was a temporary flirtation, nothing more.And ten minutes later she would find herself again peeping out the window and once when she saw him get into his car and drive away, her heart fluttered and,. Yes shaking like anything... When I concentrated on it then what I saw was bit of surprising and I was astonished as she was holding a cock in her hand. Yes a real dick like I and each and every man has... When I saw this my feet slept in shock and I fell down in the bathroom... And she saw me and suddenly stood up like anything. I was unable to stand up so she came to me and started picking me up and told me this very wrong which u r doing my son '' peeping in someone's bathroom is not good.