Liz placed an arm around my waistand pulled me close to her."Besides," I added, "is it really all that important to you that you putsome label on me?"...hat was the wrong thing to say to Dad. He exploded. "What the hell doyou think other people are going to do? Do you have any idea how toughhigh school is for normal kids? You add in all this garbage and you'llbe getting the crap beat out of you every day!"Tears were flowing freely down my face. It was time to admit the onething I hadn't even told. There was a slight space between them and a metal bar which, just a little bit covered the view from nearest door. I crouched into the space with my face towards the door and kept my backpack standing up on the seat for additional cover. So even if anyone entered the car from that door and looked directly in my direction, they would probably not get a view of my junk and would give me a couple of seconds to pull up my pants.I pushed my pants down; all the way down to the ankles. My dick was. He had dumped her, of course.Fifteen years and a dozen girlfriends later, Bill still missed Brenda. Missed her warmth and... the joy it brought him just to be near her. Missed her laughter and her squeals of pleasure when she came. Missed her. Ached for her.The statuette ended up on the pillow next to him that night when he drifted off to sleep. Somehow, it felt like it belonged there. And he had such vivid dreams. He was making love to Brenda. She was stretched full length on top of him, and. ” “Did you? Well next time try harder, and for arguing you will now get twelve which I hope gives you more to think about. The girls looked wide eyed. They knew Charlotte was also disciplined but this was the first time they had heard first hand. They looked at Charlotte who now opened her page in the Punishment Book and made the new entry and then took out a Punishment Letter and filled that in. Only Mrs. Denver knew Charlotte was going home with Mrs. Denver tonight and it will be she who.