We both nocked our arrow and faced the other.“Begin,” the King hollered.I raised my bow and released my arrow, and then watched the progress of th... arrow coming towards me. Of necessity, because his bow wasn’t as strong as mine, the son’s arrow had a higher trajectory than mine did. At the last moment, I stepped to my left and brushed the arrow aside with the outside of my arm. When I looked at the son, it was easy see that he’d been too intent on watching the flight of his own arrow to focus. ‘I want you to go to that door in front of you and open it, without looking back at me’. I was glad to break this awful stance, to move my legs and f***e my pee back inside me, so I moved quickly, opened the door, and gasped in part fright at what lay behind it, a full sized carving as like on the crucifix, without the cross, just an ebony smooth carving with a very large erection sticking out in front of it. ‘Go on then touch him’. I swallowed hard, my mind swirling with thoughts, the biggest. As he reached his apartment, he notices a letter taped to his door. He grabs it and reads:Dear disgusting, worthless fuckpig,I'm having Sarah visit you tonight. She just found out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and is beyond furious. You know what that is like, don't you? Didn't the same thing happen to you, except that you were the cheater? Isn't that what led to you becoming my pathetic little fuckpig? Anyway, she needs to vent. I've already laid everything out in your room, she will. I saw my teacher Mister Jablonski watching us from two aisles up.He was all alone and I couldn’t help to think that he was sort of a loser because he was too old to hit on any of the girls in the school and the female school teacher were either flaming perverts or too old for serious humping duties of the type that a guy like Mister Jablonski was mostly interested in nocturnal privacy. I had heard that he had gotten in trouble in his last school for giving it too hard to one of the female.