So I just sneaked into the bathroom and saw that the foreigner guy smelling my wife’s panties! I got some strange feelings and told my wife about it... My wife said, “Ask that bastard to come out and bring those clothes with him.”So I knocked on the washroom door and asked him would he mind if I come into the washroom for a second. He said no and opened the washroom door, pretending like he was using the toilet.He held the door and stayed at the door when I got in. From the door, he could clearly. I needed to talk to him privately to explain that my doctor didn't want me to participate, risking worse injury. Mr. Healy brought me into his office which was inside the boys locker room. "Have a seat so we can talk for a moment." he said as he closed the door behind him. He knelt down next to me looking into my eyes. "If you don't mind if I mind, I'd like to check out your knee and see how bad it is. I'm sure there are things we can have you do in gym so you'll receive your credits and. I am a UK-based sadist. *****Part OneWas this all becoming a little, well, mechanical?That’s a question I have asked myself on a number of occasions recently, for when a performance becomes overly rehearsed, and a sense of innovation and ‘ad lib’ is lost, the execution can disappoint, if you’ll pardon the pun. I think the answer is that I retain a strong calling for this. My lust – and it is lust - to see young men handled in this stark fashion, is undiminished. I am careful to restrict myself. Royal had heard that the tea was supposed to have more caffeine in it anyway, so wasn't disappointed. All he was after was an efficient caffeine delivery system.Once the tea had begun to achieve its purpose, and after having made a quick trip to a spot by the back fence to relieve his bladder, Royal was just beginning to scan the sky to the north, trying to decide on his next target, when he caught something moving out of the corner of his eye. 'Meteor!' he thought to himself. 'Sick!'To Royal's.