I closed my eyes in frustration. They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of...them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop, "Don't look at me like that,. "Fake it?" I've never even heard of a green flamingo, other than the cocktail recipe they'd invented and wanted to use in an advertisement, illustrated by that picture." Oh. Well, couldn't you fake the rabbit picture?" Yes, but it would look like a fake to a professional. There's a big difference in what's good enough out there," I pointed to the world at large, "and what's good enough in here." I pointed at my chest.She frowned in concentration and chewed that pouty lower lip. "I hadn't. You are so going to pay for that, buster!" Oh, I certainly hope so!"She murmured something unintelligible, but now I was sure that there was definitely some scent present. I was on my best behavior when I escorted her into my home. I opened the doors, carried her bag inside, and got her to sit in the living room.I opened some sparkling wine I had waiting inside the fridge. I was sure that my new friends had exchanged notes, and I sure didn't want to look like 'a one trick pony.' When I came. School, it's just school. You meet up with a fewfriends and talk about anything, whatever has been happening with them, getyour morning books and go to home room. You meet up again at lunch.Sometimes you share notes, if somebody had to miss a class. Same thing inthe afternoon. Clubs meet last period, and sometimes after school. I was ina running club, that's how I got invited to compete in the marathons.Cooking club too, you get to eat your own projects. Everybody likes mybrownies. I use.