Not at all…Sex had become a duty, just an bore to Bernard!All he wanted was to go to bed and sleep. Sleep until late on Sunday morning. Of course th...re had been a good time! Years ago, when it was all they could do to keep each other’s hands from touching each other’s flesh in public. Those days when he had fucked her for half an hour before he finally allowed himself to climax as she writhed under his pumping prick and screamed blue murder before he drove deep and pinned her struggling form on. ” “Sure, what’s up?” I said. “You know the Gibson family down the street?” “Of course, their son is in my class and the daughter is two years behind me.” “Yes, well, it turns out that Mr. Gibson’s father has taken a bad fall and is in the hospital. They are going to see him, but they don’t want to ruin Emma’s New Year ’s Eve.” Kelly looked at me. “Emma is the daughter,” I explained and turned to my mom, “What about Matt?” “He's out of town spending the holidays with his girlfriend." . On the fifth day, we start over on ‘day 1’; each room has the day number written on the top right-hand corner of the black board. They also tell you the day number during morning announcements.And just to confuse things even more, lunch period and fourth class switch with each other every other day.”“Wow... that’s a lot of stuff to remember”, said my sister.Mom and dad both looked at me and related to me that things were much simpler when they went to high school. Same courses everyday, lunch. He felt his spirit pull free fromhis body and fly up toward the Mansion House disappearing into the brickwall of one of the upper level apartments.************************Max slowly started to become aware of his surroundings. First, from adistance came sound. The breathing was heavy, a man gruntingrhythmically while a soft feminine counterpart, whose moans of pleasure,punctuated the air. Next the taste of peppermint filled his mouth alongwith a salty flavor he couldn't identify. Suddenly.