? That?s the name they give me at the Boi Toi Ranch. ?GreetingsJimmy. This isSlave Sterling.? Miranda says. And God?s truth, Sterling Fogggets all red... ?My slaveboy has disappointed metonight, and I have been wanting to give him condignpunishment, a chastisement unlike the usual.? I swear Miranda?s looking at me. ?Right, um, Miss? Miranda.? Boy, Iearn my green, don?t let anyone tell you different. ?Normally, Iwould punish Sterling myself?I?ll show you how.? ThenSterling Fogg says ?No, please,. "I'm fricking sixteen. It'll be five years before I can drink again." That wasn't the only problem with being this age. While it was true that she had very few responsibilities at this time, since it was summer vacation, she had very little freedom. Legally, she was under the care of her parents, which meant toeing the line. The twenty three year old man that she had been did not like this situation one bit. Going back had already changed far too many things. The ripple effect from that one. I slipped them inside and back out again slowly, repeating it faster and faster each time, then ran my fingers back up, then repeating the whole process again for a few minutes as Dr Kelley watched me intently. He stood up without a word, placing his stethoscope back in his ears and laying it down on my chest to listen to my heart as I played with myself. "Alright," he said as he pulled the stethoscope away. He placed his hand on top of mine, indicating that I could stop. I dropped my hand to. "I am simply following in thattradition with mutants."Though the girl pulled against the straps with all her strength, herarm only faintly quivered as the needle stabbed into her vein. A sharpcry of pain flew from her mouth as a test tube was fitted into theneedle housing, causing blood to rapidly fill the glass tube. Once thefirst was filled to capacity he swapped it out with a second, and thena third.He didn't even bother to staunch the puncture wound as the needle wasremoved, allowing a.