’ bitter tones. crossed arms. A sigh, heartfelt and long-suffering. ‘I do care Jen.’ ‘I can tell. Especially since every time I’ve tried to ...ell you you’ve accused me of being manipulative. Or of pushing you into doing something you don’t want to do.’ More bitterness. ‘I care Jen.’ Just a bit of an edge. Looking away. ‘Sure you do.’ Sarcasm bites deep. ‘Can we just talk about it?’ ‘I’m TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit of a snap. She would never know exactly how she would be punished. Just that she would be punished in differing degrees of severity, depending on the level of failure and of course Claudette's mood at any given time.Claudette had planted her spike heeled boots on the floor, quite wide apart, and one slightly in front of the other so that Selena had room to get around them with her head, and bend her neck, giving herself ample room with which to extend the flat of her tongue for the cleaning process. She. Just how fast could I run? With a stop watch and running shoes I was about to find out. I hoped to break the two minute mile at least. Stretches over, I lined up, took a deep breath and hit the stop watch as I started running. I felt great accelerating down the straight way. The wind rushing through my hair felt good... I must have been flying at fifty or sixty MPH as I hit the first turn and... 'Mother fucking shit!!!' My scream would have been audible across the field if anyone had been. This spring weekend in particular I decided at the last minute to hitch hike to my home located in rural southeast Michigan. I was 18 years old and had not dated much at the college with only had a couple of heavy petting experiences. I was much more sexually active in high school where I experienced some rather wild sexual adventures with some attractive, but slutty HS girls. I hadn’t been laid in weeks, so I was hoping to score at home this particular weekend. I was a pretty good looking.