Phil was up making breakfast by the time I got home from work which gave Sarah a very welcome break then daughter Christmas was off shopping with a fr...end and son Rick was playing chess with his best mate. Florence was in her bed watching tv with a cup of tea and I had gone to bed to catch up,on sleep having just finished a thirteen hour night shift. When I awoke at 4pm Phil emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe having just had a bath. “Sleep well?” he asked as I wore only my boxers. “Not. They’re all talking about me, what a bitch I am. I’m answering their questions, one by one.Do I like it in the ass? I like degrading myself, so yes.Am I a fag? No, I insist. I have a girlfriend.They laugh at this. Does she know? No, she doesn’t. There’s more laughter. 85 people laughing at me, telling me I must be a dirty slut because I enjoy this.One of them orders me to show my hole. I oblige, turning away from the camera. My ass in the air, I reach back, spreading my cheeks so that they can. There was only one active classroom on this hall, but we didn't go there. We stopped at the entrance to another room. Now I knew where we were going. This room was larger than most of the school's classrooms. It had a low stage at one end and it had been used, at one time, for dramatics and public speaking. But budget cuts had ended those classes and now the room was used for storage. Ms. Brooks produced a key from a slit pocket in her skirt and opened the room. Once we were inside, she. We arrived down in Plettenberg Bay (Plet) 5pm the Thursday evening and after a long day of travelling I was rather dead and decided to stay in that evening. Jessica was in Cape Town with her parents and her and I exchanged a number of messages already. Mark was recently single and out looking for someone new and as we headed off to the cottage after 9 him and I chatted and spoke about our recent sex lives and events. Telling him about my girlfriend Jessica and the weekend we recently had.