*** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thr...shing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming. Definantly nothing to be relaxed. I finished showering and headed to Mr. Morris's room for detention. Too bad he was there wating for me, along with the guys that were in the parking lot earlier this morning."Join us Ryan, were already started talking about the revolution, something you seemed to miss earlier in my class". I chose my desk (away from those bastards). I turned on my Ipod and secretly put the ear phone in my ears, without Mr. Morris noticing. Gah i cant believe i have 2 more. I want to FEEL you, and I want you to come in me" He seemed impressed.I felt his big knob between my buttocks, pressing. I thought for a moment he was going to go up my arse. Steady, boy, later maybe. He found the right hole, and pushed in, just the knob, and finding me too tight he stopped for a moment. "Fucking HELL, you're tight, you're fucking tighter than you were when you were ** (age)" he chuckled"Hey I WORK OUT, what can I tell you?" I laughed loudly , again it echoed back off the. "Is Shelley home?"It took me a minute to wake up, process the request, and realize it wasJenny."Yes Mistress." How did you like the pictures?" We liked them a lot. I think my wife has a favorite or two as wellMistress. I was quite surprised." I'll bet you were but it sounds like it was a good surprise. You areto be here by 8:30, very smooth and dressed exactly as you left lastnight." Click.I quickly got up showered, shaved very smooth, and got dressed. Cominghome last night there hadn't.