I never get any on these occasions. My daily meal consists of a rather disgusting portion of kitchen waste, following my after-supper whipping. Except...when i am punished with starving, which happens rather often. No surprise that i am constantly hungry. I love my humiliating condition, my life depending on a few handfuls of trash, thrown to me scornfully. I am trash myself, i am a waste of a girl, i am slave, slave, slave, under everybody's feet. "I punish you now, bitch. Go and get the thin. .. but he did not.Instead, he whispered close to my ear that it was time to worship the other man of the house and I suddenly felt Brutus there, smelled him in front of me just as John had been. John was fully pressed against me, reaching out to Brutus and I soon started to feel a slick wetness against my face, droplets and dribbles as John worked Brutus... and then John told me to open my mouth.It was amazing, it was something I had never felt before. It was wet, it was flexible, but there was. ”“It should have been, James.”When I was told that I could re-sit, Chloe took me in charge. She would give me a master class in statistics three times a week for an hour. I protested. She insisted that she could help. She said that she needed my rent. As a sponsored student I always paid my rent on time, in fact by direct debit. My money paid her mortgage on the house. If I failed, and became unemployed, I would have to return to my parents while I hunted another job. She would be left with a. I was stuck on the bench because Icouldn't control the ball (or my anger) and it often went into anothercourt or over the fence. There was also Tae Kwon Do, but I joined thatbecause of the constant bullying in junior high."Have you ever considered track? Or softball?" Julie asked.Yes. Absolutely. Especially in my late 20's when I realized I wasactually good at those. "I hadn't thought about it." I played coy. "Isn'tit too late in the year to try out?" For fall track yes," she said. But we do.