Little did he expect the thoughts about yesterday’s email suddenly popping in his head. As he was currently spacing out into the beyond, he let the ...aughty thoughts wonder, remembering the sight of each image imprinted into his brain. The motion of slick flesh upon, within and throughout another, the silent sounds of gratification, the exposition of wild, virtually endless lust. Briefly, he raised an eyebrow at himself for being able to remember them, and wondered why as he let them continue to. He could never figure out why though, he didn't think he had given anyone a reason to hate him. But they did. Students, teachers, random strangers on the streets, and even his own parents. As far as Richard could tell, everyone in the world hated him for no reason at all. Richard had just turned seventeen the previous day but is birthday had passed without anyone noticing; which to be completely honest, was the way he liked it. He had never had a birthday that anyone celebrated for as long as. Striding to him, I said, “Well, Bobby, I see your erection’s successfully been reduced. Hold it so I can see that you cleaned it well. Good. It looks fine – no sticky semen on it. Now I’ve got to see the bathroom.” I went in, the frightened boy watching from the doorway. “Well, there’s no cum on the floor or the toilet seat. And here’re the used tissues. I guess you did a good job. Do you feel a bit better now that you’ve reduced your erection?” “Yes, Miss Janine. Thank you again for the. That time seemed far away from now, rather than a few days ago. Edward shifted his seating in the chair as the woman wrote down what he had said. The process went on for about an hour more, the woman asking more intrusive questions on the attack, and Edward spinning a web of lies, on everything from what ship he was on to the battle plans of the assault. “I’m just a private, alright lass?!” he finally shouted, exhausted from his complicated deception. “I don’t remember much from that fuckin.