The teacher then said to the class, 'I think a round of applause would be in order to show our thanks to Kelli for her help today.'Kelli was much more...interested in getting her cloths back but could not see them anywhere. The teachers next words filled her with dread again, as he said, 'I think it would be a nice gesture from Kelli if she gave each boy a hug and kiss in thanks for the way you have all treated her.'Kelli looked horrified and asked the teacher, 'could I get dressed first.'He said. "It's nothing like as hot as English mustard of course, but I find its application to sensitive parts is quite satisfactory for the purpose. You'll find it sweetly irritating as you can't wipe it away, and I so love the taste, so I hope you won't keep me waiting. It takes a little while before you'll appreciate its full benefit, so we shan't delay." She took a blob of mustard from the jar and showed him it, enjoying the look of fear in his eyes at this previously inexperienced and unknown. .. knob ... that I do with my ... knockers ... when he does those stretches." Meagan had spent some time reading the Urban Dictionary website to try to expand her knowledge of slang terms after Peter said she would be teased in high school. She decided that she liked knob and knockers as terms for body parts, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that both words started out with similar spellings. She was still trying to work her way up to using either of those words in a conversation with her. He was thirteen and it was plain to all of us he was gonna be a big, strappin' man. He was already almost as tall as I was and he wasn't skinny, either. Between playin' football at school, workin' hard in the garden after school and helpin' us move barrels of whiskey around on the weekends to earn some spendin' money, the boy had some meat on him.He did have one little problem but we worked it out. I got word from Mr. Duncan that some of the other kids in school was afraid of him 'cause he.