"Hey, my name's Jerry," Ben's instructor began, "Sorry if I start off fast, but we need to get this done quickly; we've been under constant attack for...the last week, so I need to prepare you as fast as humanely possible. I want you to come at me with just any type of attack that you would normally use in a fight. Your goal is to land a punch on my chest. Begin." As Jerry finished speaking, he raised his arms in a defensive stance.Ben quickly flashed out his fist towards the side of one of his. Being new to the post, Jenny took her time in examining this, to her mind, belligerent and suspicious character. Jenny was too young to get the humourous reference of her next question:"We just have to make sure you have nothing to hide, sir. But tell me, what's that sticking out of your pants pocket? If that's a pen, it's the biggest flick-stick I've ever seen"What was sticking out was not from his pants pocket, but between both left and right pockets. Jim blushed as he realized he was still. As if I don’t jerk off every morning at the office thinking of you wearing those knee-high socks and skirt to school every day!”“Oh that’s gross! You’re k**ding right?! What’s wrong with you?! Are you on meds??”“Wrong with me? What’s wrong is that I haven’t already stuffed your mouth with my cock, slut. I whack thinking of you most nights and have shot my load into your dirty panties. Ever heard of comfort women slut?”“Daddy, you’re scaring me…”“Comfort women were mostly Korean prostitutes. It's her life too."Zoe breathed an enormous sigh and laughed slightly in pure relief. "Iwon't, Mom." She still couldn't forget any of the nasty shit that hermother had done to her, but the hatchet could stay well and truly buriedif her mother wasn't going to get between her and Leslie. Richard wasconfused for a bit. Pressure? Leslie wasn't that bad off, she didn'tbruise easily or anything like that... oh. His mother had meant emotionalpressure. That wasn't going to happen, either."As for you,.