She’d never talked about herself from back when she was a young girl, even though she’s been taking me to these tryouts for a while.They called my...name, “Charles Sladek?”I got up. “Break a leg, honey,” Mom said.“Aren’t you coming to read with me?” I said, turning to her.“Oh, yes—sorry,” she said grabbing her purse.We walked into a room with three people behind a desk, each with a yellow pad. One looked up and said, “You’re not Charles.”“My son asked me to try out with him. I used to do theater. As the fishing rod sleeve sunk deep into the gunk of my butt hole, I almost lost control and spunked right there on the spot. I still strained and struggled to expel the wide rippled rubber dildo and free myself from this humiliation.Beads of sweat broke across my brow as I fought to endure the pounding as Ma’am’s brute strength threatened to split me wide open. My anal instructor and her massive strap on dildo, at least that was how if felt. However, the truth was somewhere in the middle. She. I worked my way through the maze of trailers when I found it. It was beat up and disheveled. The screen door looked like it had been through the zombie apocalypse. The trailer looked like it needed a coat of paint -- 15 years ago. Weeds had overgrown along the sides of the trailer. Some kind of wild vine threatened to find it's way through the window. Only the impending cold winter halted its invasion.And the garbage! Garbage was everywhere. There were trash bags that had been set out, then. Not today, as the swim team members led the way. All but the shyest girl and boy had a shower today.That night, Linda and Rebecca walked home together. "I don't believe I'm saying this," said Rebecca, "but I can't wait to get home and take my clothes off. My mom may not have intended to do this, but I think she's creating a nudist." Me too," Linda confessed. "When I got home last night Mom had me strip right away, before I even got out of the doorway. At first, it was felt kind of weird, but.