’ ‘Slut,’ Mikey said under his breath. ‘He’s putting his thing in her thing!’ the voice in his head announced. Mikey grimaced in disgust. ...e lifted his mask off his sweaty face and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. ‘She makes us sick,’ the voice whispered to him. ‘We hate her.’ ‘I HATE HER!’ Mikey shouted. A couple of women walking near him gasped and herded their children away from him. ‘I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.’ Mikey said to himself. He looked up and recognized his own block. He. R. Tolkien. Even Dickens was a bit of a bore.However, my opinion of the subject had been changed. By Lee. Not justbecause he was in the class, but because of the way talking about theauthors and their works seemed to light up his face. I would have said itwas as much his passion as playing football.Now, the thought of sitting there, listening to Mr. Eastman talking aboutthe things that used to bring him joy, was heart-aching.My pain was exacerbated when I stepped into the class and saw he. .. But terrified VIP.The woman led me through a large lobby, opened the door and told me to go inside the room.I went inside and a familiar-looking woman sat in front of me. The door closed behind me."It's time to start our holiday."I froze in fear."Don't you know me Victor? I taught you how to wipe dirt off the floor."It was Patricia ... mrs Patrycja."I needed a special employee. Exclusive, private and very dedicated. You worked very politely and conscientiously. I need such a boy in my life.. I got a towel, in case she goes through with this, and she started her shower.She stepped in and everything started getting wet, showing the nipples she knew would happen, but it also showed she needed to shave.I picked up my phone and took a picture before I handed her the towel.“Will I become your screensaver, Rick?”I brought up the picture for her to see, and now she was very embarrassed, “Get out right now, please?”“You asked me, young lady.”And I left.Despite that, about an hour after I.