" "Shut Up Slave!" spitted from her mouth. "Turn your eyes downward to the floor!" she added. My mouth closed in obedience and fear. I immediately t...rned my eyes to the floor directly before my feet. "This will be your only warning slave. You will never refer to yourself in the first person ever again in my presence. The words I, me, or mine are forbidden. 'This slave' or 'this one' will be appropriate. Do you understand slave? " I nodded in agreement, afraid to utter any words. "You may. " So they were embarrassed aand didn't know they would be trying on clothes in front of me and thought . . . What? . . .. if I found out. I wondered how often they went out without wearing panties. They seemed like pretty frumpy dressers to me but what did I know. Let me see? I asked and tried to lift her skirt up. She moved her hand and I uncovered her bush as she locked her knees together. We were in a dark parking lot. Lots of cars but everybody inside. I said, I would like to do a. Mera coding mein dhyan nahi tha, galtiya kar raha tha aur ma ka kaam bhi pura nahi ho raha tha. Mujhe aaj kuch bhi karke ma ko sex ke liye raji karna tha. Mujhe uske bina chain nahi mil raha tha.Sham tak sochne ke baad, maine socha ki direct bolna hi sabse accha hoga. Jab ma ne khane pe, “Tumhara coding ka kaam kaisa raha hai,” ye pucha to maine bola ki, “Kafi kharaab, mann hi nahi lag raha tha aaj.” “Kyu, kya hua?” ma ne pucha.“Pehle aap batao aapka kaam kaisa raha?” maine pucha.“Same, kaam. Soon he found himself in the gym at all hours, punctuating his usual cerebral pursuits (Dickens is quite the addictive author) with arm curls and leg presses.Secondly, the girls on the team actually turned out to be... well... rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school.