"The mayor needs a fifth of Jack every other day. Today he is going to need extra," the sheriff replied.After they turned to leave, the sheriff pulled...his backup piece out of his boot and shoved it in his holster. "I want to see a fifteen minute confession."I sent everyone out but Justin, Ronnie and the sheriff. As Courtney walked by me, I told her "Bring me all the ammonium caplets out of the first aid kits, don't be long finding them."I pulled Justin and Ronnie aside and instructed Justin to. "Excuse me!" I croaked, struggling up and running for the bathroom. I was gagging and about to throw up. I spit the stuff into the toilet and scrubbed my face with tissue paper, so grossed out. I cleaned it off my hands, the smell sickening me again, and scrubbed my lower face with soap and water. It was on my neck, and the top of my t-shirt. I yanked it off over my head, made sure I had nothing to see, and then went back.In the bedroom, I muttered an apology and put on a fresh t-shirt. This. “Just as you suspected, the strength of your orgasms is related to the type of stimulus you receive as well as the intensity. The likelihood of tearing stitches is directly related to orgasm strength. It is less than optimally satisfying for you, but you need to limit the strength of your orgasms so you don’t move too energetically. I suggest you try to have small orgasms more often. Hopefully that will make it possible for you to suffer through until you can return to normal marital. They know, right?" Yeah," she agreed. "I never really kept it a secret or anything." Nobody knows about me," I sighed and then I snorted. "I didn't even know about me until today." I knew about you," Angie giggled."Sometimes they tease me at school," I admitted. "Some of the girls do." Yeah? What do they say?" I don't know," I shrugged and I hadn't told anybody this stuff, not even Josh. It only would have made him mad. "Like, one girl, um ... Emma, she's a senior, she called me a dyke before.".