"You're suppose to help me in detention, cleaning the classroom." Cleaning classrooms are for losers." Paul shouted over his shoulder as he ran into m...ilbox. Shaking off the impact, he got to his feet and ran all the way home."You're home early." Paul's mother said as Paul came through the front door and threw his book bag on a nearby chair. He quickly went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack when he noticed a not so familiar backpack on the table."Where have I seen that before?" Paul. "We sat in the back of the limo in the parking lot of an antique car store specializing in restoring vintage American cars to pristine shape."Try out the Corvette. It's sexy. But I'd rather you chose the 57 Chevy. It's got those bench seats like your piece of shit, and I find that sexy."Shaking my head, I smiled. "Me too. I always wanted a 57 Chevy."Surprisingly she kissed me even with James in the front seat. "I knew we'd be compatible," she explained. "Even your big cock fits perfect." She. I had just put the unit on the shop table andI collapsed in a heap on the floor writhing in pain. I was in a room wherethe noise level was such that if I screamed it could never be heard causethe room was sealed off. You see the shop was in the server room and in thecorner behind all the cooling units. inside the shop it was quiet enoughbut you needed to hit a button to alert someone if something happened.There was a fire escape but I was in too much pain to reach the door muchless the button.. We still hadn’t spoke since our final break up though. The question then, was what was I going to do now? I could start looking for a teaching job of course, but I wasn’t ready for that yet either. I still had battle fatigue in a major way from school. I wasn’t exactly eager to jump into the work force and start the last train to adulthood. I was twenty-two years old. I had a great degree and a good chance at getting picked up on a substitute rotation for the LA School District, or anywhere.