I replied sure I'd be happy to help her.She said great, turned and walked back into her classroom. I followed behind wondering what she needed my help...with. As I walked into the classroom she turned and closed the door behind us, stating that no one could see what she needed my help with. She explained that the movie screen in her room was stuck and wouldn't come down. She had asked the school janitor to fix it for her, but the closest he had gotten to the task was dropping off the step ladder.. Was he even a man any more? Had this turned him into a queer?He had gotten together with Cheryl, trying to erase the shame of what had happened to him. It was no damn good. When he touched her, he felt somehow tainted, unclean, unworthy to press his lips against hers, to join with her in the flesh as he had so many times before. He just couldn't get aroused. Even holding her from behind, pressed close against the yielding bare cheeks of her sweet bottom, his member wouldn't rise.. " She was still being solicitous. I thanked her and left.I checked on Hector, who was readying the horses, he said that they would all be harnessed before the sun broke the horizon."Make sure that you get plenty to eat, today will be long."He acknowledged my request with his usual 'Milord, ' and then returned to saddling Chandra's horse.I walked to the Sergeant Tate's house hoping I wouldn't have any more to do in this shitty town.There were five men waiting for me, one was the sergeant from. She could not come on to him now; it would seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that protected her from the world, or herself. Peter left. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against.