If he could doso on his own, all well and good. Even if they went as friends. Itdidn't have to be a straight athlete, though that was preferred. Fo...all they cared, he could go with one of the school's 'out' gay boys. Solong as he went. And there were several gay students who were totallyopen about their sexual orientation, even in middle school. Robin knewthat none of the straight boys would want to be seen in public with him,let along on a date. So Robin swallowed his pride (for the how. He knew it could be straightened, but it would never be perfect again. The shaft of the bolt was a write-off. Maybe I can save the fletching, anyway. Shit. I've only been here a couple days and I've already lost a bolt. I should have moved closer to be sure I didn't hit a pole, and ... I should have taken my time and fucking aimed. "Shit, shit. Shit!" he half screamed.After he had calmed somewhat, "I lived through it," he lectured himself. "Learn from it, Dummy. Yeah, right. Learn or die," he. After about twenty minutes, he had made up his mind to go and check on her when he heard an almost imperceptible tap at his door. He held his breath and listened.“Jason? Are you awake? I need help?”He sprang out of bed and opened his door, his eyes completely unprepared for the sight before him. His mother stood framed in his doorway, her chest heaving and her face flushed. Her hair was wild and unkempt, and her lips were pouted in frustration. She was wearing red maternity pyjamas, strained. As her orgasm continued, she began mumbling in a language I did not recognise. She regained her composure after a couple of moments. “Please get on top,” she said. “I want to feel you come inside me.” She rolled off me, lay on her back and spread her legs, inviting me to comply with her request. As soon as I got on top of her and worked my cock into her wet pussy, she raised her legs toward the ceiling and whispered, “Fuck me, please fuck me as hard as you can.” I began to pump in and out,.