"OK people, let's start settling down", Mr. Tsing commanded as he walked back through the door, coffee in hand. "We've got a busy day today so we need...to get started." That was my cue. I pulled and straightened my robe a bit, causing my nipples to shoot more pleasure and pain throughout my body. I walked through the door toward my audience tightening the belt on my robe as I walked. It struck me funny as I realized what I was doing, sort of like a condemned man on the way to death row worrying. It felt exactly as if I had been fucked by a man with an enormous hard-on, in which my dream had proposed. A stallion, no, a centaur had held me down in a glittering field of tawny grass and had entered me from behind in a drawn out rape of days, slow, digging, painful pressure. It's cock pushed me to madness and beyond, drawing orgasms and ruptured organs, driving mind out of body. My ethereal hands enveloped the demon's head and kissed it.On the first day, I did not believe it. I dressed in. Many of the graves were unmarked, just heaps of earth increasingly hard to distinguish as the shrubs and weeds crept in. Most of these, he knew, were those who had died in the first winter here, the Williamses and Brightlies and Campbells from the Old Country. There were a few Burnses here too, of course. They said that the spirits of the children who died that winter sometimes cried I their graves, and that the ghosts of their poor mothers, dressed all in black, walked the old graves, watering. After another few months, I had explored all the porn and silicone replicas I could take. My problem though - now just like when I was younger - is that I'm way too awkward to compete in the singles scene. I'm quiet, nerdy, I stammer. I guess I'm okay looking but I just don't have what it takes to pick up women.I'm sure I could have met someone socially and pursued a more romantic route, but honestly at that time I didn't want another relationship. I did want pussy though. Did I ever! I tried.