” I hug her, before we part ways for the afternoon. I go straight home to do the paperwork I'm behind on, knowing they need to be done. I need to do...them now, before something else distracts me. I pour myself a cup of coffee and begin looking over some of the short stories my students have started in class. It is one of my favourite things I do in class each year. Once a month, each student writes a new short story. They read them out loud at the end of each month. I always worry they won't. She knew the boys were probably playing with one of there favorite models or the new game they had gotten for their birthday.When she got to the door took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Barry, Brad, may I come in?" She heard the boys shuffling around the room and figured they were probably straightening up a bit so she didn't just rush in. It was lucky for them that she didn't because they had just taken off their swim suits and were going to get into their favorite new past time.. He had taken Karla’s advice and it had seemed to fix things between them - or at least to have made them a lot better than they were. Jason thought back to his date with his best friend; even though it had only been four days ago, it seemed like it had happened in the distant past. The memory of her soft, warm body pressed up against his own while he kissed her was still arousing - how could it not be? But the date hadn’t ended well; he had pushed things too far and too fast, being too used to. I did, and she began to calmly remove her instruments of torment from my body. First, she cut the cords holding my ankles to my testicles, and then secured each ankle back to its floor ring. I was very relieved to have the weight of my body off my wrists, which had bled from being cut into by the plastic cuffs. She had said I would bleed a bit, but I had thought it would be in other places. The soles of my feet were very sensitive from the Sjambok treatment, but it was still nice to have.