They probed me a little more to the left then it felt even better.I whimpered.“Sydney,” he said with a smirk, “I think I’ve found your g-spot ...ith that bit of information. I think I will be able to make you squirt. I’m gonna owe you a new bedspread.”He moved his fingers in and out faster, each time stroking that spot inside me over and over until I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming juices squirting out me. I lay there for long moments panting while he lay beside me stroking himself.“No,. Does Baby Petey have a hangover from a party last night?" I loved talking baby to him.He opened his eyes a crack. "Don't tell," he croaked as he pushed me off him, and climbed back onto his bed.I nodded, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. I didn't know a lot of the things my brother did.But I knew for sure, that my brother didn't drink while he was in France.I called Charlotte.Breakfast had passed, and I had made up some story that Peter had a stomachache. That would do him some good to. I raised three kids. I taught high school English. Heck, one of my best friends is 82 and is going on a world cruise. I just ate the toast to humor my son and his family. All of my doctors say there is no hope. All they can do is manage the pain. Bullshit, this is not pain management. Death would be better. What can a body mechanic, a computer nerd and an OBGYN do? Oh well, it was good seeing friends at Church. Boy I am tired. Marsha was a princess. She upped my morphine dose. Maybe I can get. He looked like my type of guy perhaps. Anyways there were only a few old students at my class who had decided to do A levels in the same old school . Which was good actually coz most of the people who had ended up staying were my best friends. So I went back to school and I was pretty excited to meet this guy. I’m gonna call him “Heshan” in the story, plus he was 17 .So my bestie came to escort me to our new classroom whilst I was waiting at the office and fuck! that was the best classroom.