Long story short, I went to live with a foster family.The family was ok and nice to me, about 2 months after I moved in with them, my foster dads brot...er came to live with us, he was 31. He had been into some trouble, not really sure what.Anyway, I was totally attracted to him and I could tell he liked me too. He didn't work and we were alone for a few hours everyday when I got home from school.We started hanging out a lot and then fooling around. We were lying on his bed one day and we just. If half that shit you wrote is true, just go home and show some balls and fuck either one of them. Broads are pretty much all the same. They may say they want romance. What they really want is a real man that knows how to fuck. How many really nice guys have you seen dating the cheerleaders at school?"He definitely had a point there. Every respectably hot babe I ever knew in high school dated the biggest jerks of them all. All the real loudmouth jocks got the best chicks. Sensitive guys, caring. .. so she can treat me!FINALLY, my frikking resume was complete. She grabbed it out of my hands, first glancing at it, then sitting up, breaking into a great big smile.“Randall, this is pretty good, print ten more originals,” she remarked!“I was going to go to a copy place, wouldn’t that be cheaper?”“Randall, did you know that the average Human Resource person spends only seventeen seconds looking at a resume, some a whole lot less. Nice paper, and all originals is the way to go ... just do as. “Leave it there, Woodward!”I turned as Mr Hoskins was taking a small cane from the rail.“Woodward, what colour are school knickers?”“Green, Sir,” I said in a very soft voice as I was still sobbing.”Correct. You are wearing blue, so that is another deliberate breach of school rules. Stand up straight and hold your left hand out at shoulder height. As I did so, he walked over and placed the cane across my hand before raising it over his shoulder and bringing it back down with such force I thought.