I was asked if I knew which sonnet it was, and I said "Yes, sir, number 91." I was asked whether I knew the beginning of it and I replied: "Some glory...in their birth, some in their skill," sir. And I was told we'd be doing more Shakespeare in 9 and 10.I didn't mention Rachel. The boys always talked about girls in the changing room. But I could feel it was all talk. They looked at girls, but they knew no girls.That night I had a very strange dream. At breakfast, I spoke to Dad."Can you take me. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest and it was all I could do to catch my breath. “Did you like that?” she asked. I began to speak when she twisted her finger in my ass as she pulled out. “Fuck!” was all I could manage. Beth came up to give me a quick kiss on my cheek as was her habit following a blowjob. I surprised the both of us by meeting her kiss and tasting my own cum. I had tried it a couple of times as a teenager but had not bothered trying again in the years since. The taste. “I knew that this is how things work but to see it up close – and to have it hit me that the guy I’m dating is going to have the same influence in a few years – it threw me. I’ve always thought I’d be able to manipulate the guy so I would have the power but I came to understand that would never be the case with you. The situation with Tiffany bothered me. The stuff with my Mom bothered me. I didn’t want to sound like a whiner so I pushed it all down. I thought a night on the town would be a. I slid my desk drawer open so my 9MM Glock was handy and said "C'mon in."It was Stephanie; she appeared to have been crying."Ms. Hammer, I need your help. I think my husband's cheating on me."I waved her to a seat and said "What makes you think so?" He comes home late from work and always has an excuse. He says he's working overtime, but his paycheck stays the same. Other times he says he's going out to meet some friends and comes in very late. I found a pair of women's' panties in his sock.