I didn't have a lot of experience but I was ready to do anything for him. Up till then the only things I had done with guys was the things curious boy... do with their friends during sleep overs that they never speak of during the light of day. Mostly just rubbing on each other and stroking each other but nothing too intense. I was ready for more.Finally Monday arrived and I couldn't concentrate on a goddamn thing all day. P.E was last period and my only period with Christian. I realized as I. Rick quickly takes his leave, umping onto his cell phone as he leaves. “Yeah, Bridget?” he says into the phone. “I’m going to need to see you at my office.” There is a pause both on the phone and at the door. “How soon? How about now?”Rick steps through the door and his voice quickly fades, leaving Malcolm straining to hear anything else. When he realizes he is being overly noisy he says, “Fuck, Malcolm, mind your own business.” He grins. Fuck, I’m sitting here talking to myself now.”Malcolm is. "Matt, go get the butler and the gardener. Now." William, go rig up a stretcher to take her to the house." Jennifer," she said quietly, when they were gone, "I know you're OK. I'll explain everything in the house, in your bedroom. I'll button up your pants for modesty. Just act faint for a little while longer and shut up."William sat with Matt and listened as his son made what he thought was a full and honest accounting. He had explained fully his encounters with the girl, Janice, at school. He. Not just because he’s a slave to his testosterone and his mommy complex (yeah, Freud’s bullshit; sue me), but because if he escapes he’s alone in a town a fair distance from home and a hell of a lot of explaining to do. No, even if I push him too far he’s mine so long as he’s sure he’s getting home before his folks miss him. That thought brings a grin to my face.I lie on the bed for a few more minutes, running hands over arms and thighs, pondering my next move. I release the cuffs on Jimmy’s.