I sat nervously in front of her desk while waiting for her to arrive, which she did more punctually than her predecessor. Then again, he probably fuck...d someone while I waited in the past.“Mr. Mazzini ... can I call you ... Charles?” Ms. Roth asked me now.“Sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ms. Roth? Or should I call you ‘Principal’ Roth now?” I smiled, feeling a bit disarmed by the former vice-principal who had saved my hide and put that asshole in jail where he belonged.“How. Warren was very glad to see his own parents. They were, of course, concerned-his mother Peg was, after all, a mother, and his father Jim was concerned in his own way-but they didn't get hysterical."Oh God, Warren. That doesn't look too good," Peg said."Mom, I'm fine. They don't even think it's broken. I'm just going to be talking a little softer for a few days.That should be a welcome relief. You can just make me coffee milkshakes." They all laughed."What did the police say?" Jim asked."Oh,. Then we all had tostand by a bar and then do what the lady told us. I couldn't see thatwe were dancing so much, it was just lifting legs a folding them andstretching. I know the class was for 45 mins, and wondered how slow 45minutes could go. It was like the time was broken.When ballet was over I was so happy. However I would have to go throughit all in again in a week. I asked granny do u have to do ballet andshe said yes!As every day went by I was becog more and more depressed about my boyand. “Yes I know Anne” he whispered “you have been neglected for so long. Don’t fight it honey. Just go with the flow”. He hugged me and I could feel his erect cock pressing against me. My legs felt weak and I gripped the bench. I wanted him ever more than yesterday.“Do I have to ask what you want Anne” he said. I turned around to face him. “Do I have to say it Trevor. Can’t you tell?’ He smiled and kissed me on the lips. “No Anne, you don’t have to tell me but I know you want to” he said. He was.