”A smirk crossed Nurse Donna’s face, “Why did you say ‘little penis’? Most men feel the need to call it their ‘dick’ or ‘cock,’ even...in this setting. As if they had something to prove or an insecurity to cover up.” I honestly wasn’t sure why I had added that descriptor; it’s true, but it is not something I generally go around announcing.“I...I’m not sure. Not sure why I said it at all. I mean, it’s true, though. It's only four inches hard,” I said, shifting my eyes between the floor and Nurse. Heat rushed over me; even more so when he reached between my legs and felt my damp pussy. Not just a touch, a scooping motion, collecting my excitement into his hand, then him rubbing it all over my face telling me to clean up my own messes. My mess was only just beginning. What started off as a playful turned into fear induced play, forced up against the wall, legs spread, face pushed into the wall, the unclean wall was the least of my problems, the tool inwhich he waved in his hand was the. It was with this in mind that Betty came to the parents' night to talk to the teachers. There had been no clues.Something was keeping her there at the gym, something she could not understand. While the others drifted upstairs after a while, Betty remained below, pretending to read the various scores of athletic accomplishments on the bulletin board. She wasn't surprised when, from the corner of one eye, she saw Coach Robinson sauntering up to her, hands on his hips."Interested in sports?"His. That was part of the fun. There was something freeing about each step. And the danger seeking section of her brain wondered what it would be like to try this in broad daylight, maybe in the middle of a work day. But walking near the uninhabited land had imbued her with a false sense about how easy her task would be.To her right was the treeline, the undeveloped scenic side of the road. On the other side, houses stood in neat rows. To take the quickest way home, she would either have to walk in.