So with out further a do I would like toget this over with as quickly as possible, any boy wishing not to comply willbe severely punished. Do I make m...self clear?? ?Yes Sir.?Each boy said. Billy wasscared out of his wits, and so were a few of the others. ?Now strip?screamed the prison guard. Each boypeered at each other nervously; hands shaking, sweat mounting up on therefaces. The prison guards looked furious; a deep shade of red was appearing on Mr. Riding?s face. ?Now Iwon?t instruct you. What is it about me that screams slutty professor? Other than the facts that I'm slutty and a professor, obviously. You know what I mean, I'm sure.I miss you so much already, but I'm so busy that it's hard to have time to think about it. It wouldn't have taken me so long to sit down and write this if I weren't. Everything about this is hard. My job is hard, experiencing a new culture and not constantly putting my foot in my mouth is hard, and being this far from you is hard. Knowing we. > It had been a slow night, summertime was slow enough for pizza delivery, but when delivering to a hotel tips where even worse. I moved out of my parents house right after graduation and my teacher's salary didn't cover all the bills so I had a weekend job delivering for Papa John's. I was surprised by the name on the delivery slip as Wendy R. at room 240, The Hilton Garden. Mrs. R had been my guidance counselor, during my freshmen year at State college, rumor had it she was an easy lay for. She squeezed his hand one more time and smiled from her eyes before he turned toward the door to leave. * * * * * ‘Your attention, please — please direct your attention to the flight attendants at the front and midsections of the cabin as they direct you in our pre-flight safety instructions,’ the automated voice droned over the intercom. Amos roused from his restless slumber, but his attention was not drawn to the obligatory spectacle of seat-belt demonstrations. His mind instead wandered back.