But as far as he was concerned this was not to be.Because every time Lindsey tried anything to get Dusty to want her that way again, he couldn't help ...ut think each and every time "Funny how having someone possibly give you a death sentence kills all your interest in sex with them!" as he waited for his HIV test to come back each month.But nothing he did or said could ever persuade Lindsey to give up in her futile attempts to win him back.The hardest was the night he told Lindsey he was going. He had added some of his favorite cafes, bistros, restaurants, shops and galleries, complete with their map locations to the list of numbers and names, but had left her more than plenty of unfilled pages that he assured her she would fill in her visits to Paris in the future. The book had come wrapped in a small box, accompanied by a gold tipped fountain pen. After all, he reasoned, she was in Paris and only the best would do for writing when one was in Paris and one should always take a moment. It was thick, warm and tangy. It wasn't bad, if fact almost tasty. I struggled to get away but he held me there until he finished coming. He came it buckets as there was so much, cum dripped down my lips and chin. As soon as he released me his cum had overflowed all over my chin and neck leaving a sticky trail.For some reason Mike then seemed annoyed instead of pleased that I had obeyed him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me close while he shouted at me."Now listen here you little sissy. You should be very proud!” she said.“After you guys dry off I’ll come to your lockers to pick up the forms,” she said as she left the shower room.Jon smiled at Kyle and repeated, “Welcome to Waterbury Hills High!”“Thanks. I guess.”The boys finished their showers and Coach Tim gave them each a towel. “Good job today guys. Welcome to Waterbury Hills High, Kyle,” Coach Tim said. Tim was beginning to learn what “Welcome to Waterbury Hills High” meant. At least he was starting to understand.Jon.