My tongue followed the path made by my thumb, giving special attention to her swelling nub. Her heels dug in to my back as her whole body tensed and a...soft moan started to rise in her throat. Her fingers made there way through my hair, her nails drawing lines on my scalp before pulling up with two fistfuls of hair while using her calves to pull me closer to her. My enthusiasm multiplied under her forceful instruction, my tongue moving faster and deeper while my fingers kneaded and clawed at her. “Is that right? I’ve not heard of anything like that before.”Heather briefly explained about feeder schools and high school sports and that there was a good chance that the school board would allow her to play on the team next year.“Thank you, Heather ... and Civia. Perhaps I’ll try to make a game or two next year.”When the final bell rang and while the class’s students began the process of leaving, Mr. Jameson called out, “Soccer team, please stay for a minute.” When the seven of us were at. Phil was up making breakfast by the time I got home from work which gave Sarah a very welcome break then daughter Christmas was off shopping with a friend and son Rick was playing chess with his best mate. Florence was in her bed watching tv with a cup of tea and I had gone to bed to catch up,on sleep having just finished a thirteen hour night shift. When I awoke at 4pm Phil emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe having just had a bath. “Sleep well?” he asked as I wore only my boxers. “Not. I later realised that some of the outfits were the ones I hadselected from the clothing catalogues in one of the ...ists sessionssome weeks earlier.Three days of hell followed, I was inconsolable, lost for words and forthe very first time I was violent toward my parents hitting out becauseI felt as though I was at my lowest point. My parents were generallycalm, patient and concerned throughout my tantrums, apart from thehitting out episode when my father held my arms and pinned me to thefloor.