’ I was quiet, thinking on the cruelness of this place. It wasn’t fair. In the future we had medicine, good hygiene and for the most part, peace. ...o why was this such a war torn, dirty, disease ridden place? I looked back up at Cien to find him smiling down at me. ‘And what has such a lovely lady thinking so hard?’ I looked away, trying to fight a smile. How was it, that no matter how hard I tried to not let his flirting get to me, it always did? And I liked it? ‘Nothing, Cien. I promise you.. Unlikely, butmay be...I put the vacuum cleaner back in the closet, and, stretching the pinkrubber gloves over my white satin ones, get the mop and the bucket. Timeto do the floors!Bending over to mop, I have to suck on my gag in order not to drool on mysnow-white short frilly apron and the freshly mopped floors, feeling thepenis-shaped extension of the large ball gag drive itself deeper into mythroat, making me gag a little. Just a little, my wife worked hard oneliminating my gag reflex with. I say the words, and myparents... freeze. Time itself stops, and as hard as I try, I can't getpast that scene. I may be the only person in this hall who secretlywishes that this exam lasts forever....And yet I know that wishes simply don't come true. The time runs out,and my paper is collected as I sit back, defeated. When I get outside,Sarah's already there waiting for me. I greet her with a kiss, much tothe delight of the other teenagers. Whilst we haven't been having thatmuch sex- only a few. I could not ignore his eyes.“Ah, well. What brings you to Rosie’s? I mean, you don’t look like a trucker, and you aren’t on Medicare?”I chuckled at that. “True enough. But Billy, I am from New Jersey.”“Ah, the diner thing, right?”He got it. I felt a warm rush spread through my body.We fell into an easy conversation. I filled him in on my divorce, my job, my sabbatical and my plans to just drive west and get away for a while. He seemed both a little amused and a little impressed. In return he.