He demurred that Jorge was the chef."When will you join my kitchen Jorge? We always have a place for you."Jorge smiled "I think I'll have to become a ...en monk first. I know what you pay your staff and I know I'll have to take a vow of poverty in order to work here."The table erupted in laughter and Armando countered with "Monk eh? Well at least with your head shaved, your hair won't wind up in the moquica." The meal continued with wine and cachaca toasts and finished with a fine old rum and. The shade of pinkon the ears matched that of a nose perched at the end of a long snout,behind a pair of twitching whiskers. The little white mouseboi let out agiggle as his friend appraised him, holding up his arms and posing as iffor an invisible camera. He wasn?t naked like the doggy boys had been,but his outfit was entirely spandex and left little to the imagination: Apastel-blue top that was stretched along his pecs, plump suckable nipplesoutlined clearly through the thin fabric, and a. Doctor Elenor plopped her laptop atop it."Do NOT drop my FUCKING laptop jock or I will put electrodes on your motherfucking eyelids" she warned him, sitting astride his legs and tapping at it. It was heavy, and the balance of it shifted this way and that above him, as she tapped away resolutely. He didn't like it when his mistress called him Jock. He wanted to be Piggy -- to be worthy of the title. He locked his teeth tightly on the mouthpiece, correcting the laptop-stand's balance and quietly. I was absolutely terrified you would find out and think I was a freak and a weirdo or something. I figured it was just a normal, high school crush on my teacher and that it would fade when I graduated and left and didn't get to see you every day anymore. But it hasn't faded. Not a bit. And it's been driving me absolutely around the bend.” “I know exactly how you feel,” Sheare replied, nodding. “I nearly snapped a dozen times last year. I couldn't understand it. You were just an average,.