"One of the reasons I am suicidal is that the teachers in this school, and every school I've attended, have helped paint a big huge sign on my forehea... that says 'Class Brain'. I am tired of it. I won't put up with it anymore. If I keep getting singled out in class--which makes my classmates hate me, by the way--you will be attending a funeral. Got me?"He was as pale as a sheet. Finally, he managed to say something. "Are you in counseling? We have some good ones here." Yes, I'm in counseling,. Then she went into the cottage and left me. Looking around there was as dirt road behind me, about twenty feet away and a stream on the other side of the road. There was woods all around me. The others came, they parked in the rear of the cottage. Time went by and then my owner came out and put a sign on the post, she had a bole of water she put down and one that had nothing in it. then she left. I could hear a car coming down the road but went past me and did not stop. I looked at the cottage. ‘You feel so good, mmm, this is so nice, I just never expected anything like this. Maybe we can do this again.’ ‘I just don’t think I could do this again, Andy. I mean, I still can’t believe I’m doing this. God, I feel such a slut. Fucking my daughter’s boyfriend. And loving it. Oh, yes, loving it a lot.’ ‘If you love it, why shouldn’t we do it again sometime? I love it, too, you are an incredibly sexy woman. You just keep me hard.’ ‘Oh, I can feel it, well, I haven’t felt this young and sexy. So I wasn’t entirely displeased when he used it on me. ‘Let me guess,’ it was an easy tone, almost as though he wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, but entirely focused on me, ‘New to town and you can’t find a damn thing.’ I couldn’t keep the helpless grin off my face, apparently I was not the first. When I turned to him, I found that I couldn’t keep eye contact for long. Which…was odd. I’m pretty good about looking people right in the eye. But with him… I could only give him the.