I didn't mean to scare you."The voice held a hint of a southern drawl, and was attached to a man who looked vaguely familiar. "It's okay," I replied, ...till trying to figure out where I knew him from. I hated it when I couldn't remember.He moved back, and I climbed down the ladder until I was back on terra firma. I realized then how tall he was. I shaded my eyes from the late afternoon sun as I looked up into a pair of light blue eyes. They were guarded and somewhat cautious, as if he might take. The cool floor notifying you everywhere except your feet. Which were oddly quite warm.“Which is weird?” you though to yourselfThe floor itself was cold, but not unbearable. Not comfortable, like an exercise mat that’s been well used.You try lifting your head to examine your feet, finding the sensations of stationary stiffness isn’t all that bad. Furthering yourself, your eyes follow your own body like a line. Oddly enough looking healthy. Strong actually, with no visible bruising. You pull. "Unless you wanna join us."It sounded as if this was an invitation to an orgy but I took it in my stride. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep tonight. It's been a tiring week."I saw her walk away, her breath snaking upwards in the cold air as I crushed my desire with my both hands. Yes, I wanted her. I wanted her bad, but was unable to scratch her defenses away.Later that night, when I was checking my very uninteresting income tax form, I got a phone call. I heard a. I take malicious pleasure in preventing him from showering alone. Of course, as stated, his presence unsettles some other students. However, they, too, are free to leave if it gets unmanageable.After the first fortnight, I summon the boy into my office.“Sit,” I say, as he arrives.His stare is still defiant as he takes a seat. To tease him, I’ve routed out the most low-cut neckline possible. It doesn’t fail to deliver.“How are you adjusting?” I go on. “Do you still wish to leave?”“I’ve decided.