.. even normal. And he was carrying books and a loose leaf binder! "May- I mean, Maynard! You're no longer a girl!" "That's right. I am no longer a gi...l. I am Maynard G. Krebs. I go to Central High. My grade point average is the same as my middle initial, but I have one year to turn it around, and go on to college, where there is a scholarship waiting in my name." "Maynard! That doesn't sound like you!" Dobie's head went away and back. "-Scholarship??! When did you get a scholarship?!" "Dobie,. Luckily, she didn’t make me go see him. She said, “You need to tell Mr. Smalls that you want his cock later this week, Mindy.”“Mr. Smalls, sometime later this week, I want your cock again.” I said.He smiled and said, “Just let me know when cunt and I’ll be sure it is ready for you. And when you do come see me, I expect you to be naked, just like you are now.”I said, “Yes sir, I will do that for you. Thank you.” I don’t know why I thanked him, but it just came out of my mouth.Everyone laughed. Funny thing about boxing, if you do enoughof it, you can pretty much tell when and where a punch is coming from,and Frank had a telegraph attached to his right hand. Stepping back fromthe punch was easy as was his second try to connect. As his hand sailedby the second time, I slammed my fist into his stomach and quicklyconnected with a left hand to his mouth.It seemed as though Frank became a statue as the shock and pain becameknown to his brain. Tears welled in his eyes before he ran off. I did rub the blindfold off my face with a pillow. That wasn't much of an improvement, since I was suck face down in the dim room and still couldn't see any of the ties behind me. At least it was easier to really wake up without a blindfold on. I also managed to lift myself into a kneeling position, but however my thighs were tied, the vibe wouldn't fall out from simple gravity.He came back into the room with coffee and, somewhat surprisingly, a cup of my morning tea as well. I waved hello to.