"You heard me, Mr Pendrill. This is an interview and I'm in control, so take everything off: your pants, your shirt; your socks; your boxers. All the ...ay to the buff. I'm in control here and I want you naked. I want you standing in front of me playing with your cock. And then, when it's purple and hard, we'll measure its size and see how good you can aim, because I want it to spurt and to hit me..."No reticence, no modesty, no decorum."Take off your clothes! Don't be bashful, Mr Pendrill. This. However, Iquickly snatched it up and hurried away, hoping that ifsomeone had accidentally dropped, it they didn't see mepick it up. Normally, I wouldn't have done something likethat, but that wasn't normal circumstances. "Finders keepers, losers weepers," I muttered tomyself as I left the 'scene of the crime'. Since I was half starving, the answer to what to dowith the money was obvious. Food. And fortunately, therewas a McDonald's right in front of me. If I'd had theenergy, I would have. If you hadn’t lost you wouldn’t have learned this until maybe it was too late, like at the championships.” He scooted in closer and put his right arm behind my neck and pulled me in a bit closer to him - an utterly platonic gesture between a coach and a dejected athlete. A hug that was probably given a hundred times that afternoon in the naditorium between coaches and their athletes. “Just don’t relearn the lesson again, got it?” His one-armed hug was so reassuring to me. I didn’t feel turned. ' When I came back with a tray of coffee she was sitting in the armchair with her legs tucked under her. I poured a cup for her and set it on the arm of the chair.'Get yourself outside that. You look as if you need it.' She sipped and then sighed.'I feel so much better. You could be a masseur instead of a teacher.' I shook my head.'No way. The temptation's too strong. I always start thinking naughty thoughts. I had to be careful not to lose control with you. I don't want to cause an.