Unlike yesterday, Billy wasn't trying to hide behind his hands anymore.About midway through morning recess, in the principal's office sat the sorriest...sight she'd seen in awhile. She struggled to keep a straight face as she looked at the two bedraggled Grade 3 students muddying up her office floor."Now then, how did this start?" she said, trying to strike a balance between gentle and firm. It didn't help that she wanted to double over laughing."He pushed me," explained Theresa, while at the. Her long light brown hair is always pulled back into a loose ponytail,her generous mouth pursed shut.Like the shop, my girl is assembled from random parts. She got her long, bumpednose from a Russian Jewess, her vaguely Asian eyes from a waiter in a Thairestaurant, her narrow stooped shoulders from an old Polish tailor who workslate into the night. Her teeth, the few times I've seen them, seem to haveescaped from a British sitcom. But somehow, when she smiles, her face is morethan the sum of. I haven’t see Rosy yet. She was still hugging me. Kissing all around and rubbing her breasts on my back. Then she made me walk towards the bench beside the bed.I followed Janet like a puppy following her owner.Janet asked me to lay down on the bench with my face turning downwards.So that they will start massaging my back.I obeyed her. She poured warm oil on my back and started to rub my neck with her gentle hands. I was facing a wall.Meanwhile, Rosy walked to me and lifted my head up. She was. I guess it was my first threesome.That was the first time that I felt cheap. But, I obviously did it anyway.While dating Jeff for several years, in between going to college and coming home to take care of my mother who was sick, Jeff told his coworkers about me. His boss, named Ben, wanted to meet me and invited me over for a house party. It was a party where friends, neighbors, and family gathered. Ben fixed the drinks and handed me a sweet, alcoholic drinks which soon got me really tipsy..