A hinged door opened from under the platform on one side and locked from the inside. It was a large barrel and I could either stand inside or set on a...high stool. I would be given some water and a bucket to spit out the cum if I desired. The platform around the barrel held the men so they could stand and lean into the barrel while getting sucked off. The top of the barrel was numbered from 1 to 10 like a roulette wheel and the bets were place there with the help of a host. Shawn introduced me. Usually, only one or two people sat behind me, everyone else before me. I started pulling out my English textbook and my copy of the Iliad that the school had given me. We were studying it.I looked up to see Tonya, Shelley, Veronica, Isolde, and Molly all flowing to me. They surrounded me, staring down at me. A bevy of coed beauties with big smiles on their faces. A rainbow of hair color, including Isolde's dyed-purple. They were wiggling their hips from side to side, their eyes full of mocking. Well, kids, you are wrong. I am smarter than all of you. I got my bachelor’s, master’s degrees, and multiple PhDs in advanced languages in the summer right after turning fifteen. I’m a natural linguist and haven’t found a language I can’t read, write, and speak as if it were my mother tongue. Besides that, I became a grandmaster of all martial arts. When I was sixteen, this guy I met a few times died and decided to give me all his wealth, making me the wealthiest person in the world, having. He’d never seen anything like that before. Sure, he’d been in a couple of scuffles at school, with friends and the rare foe, he’d seen Pete get swatted when they were younger. But even then it was nothing serious. Chris was almost in tears at the idea that he had let Annabeth go into that house, and his mother could say nothing to console him. He didn’t see her at school the next day and was consumed with worry. What had he made Ethan do? He shouldn’t have followed her, he thought to himself.