"If anyone here's a kiid, it's not me."But her thoughts were elsewhere, as she broke her eye contact and gazed at his shoulder. She looked back at him...for a moment, cocking an eyebrow."I hope you don't think this is weird..." Before he could ask, a hand of hers disappeared under her dress and just as quickly two fingers buried themselves in her mouth. She made a slurping noise that was dangerously familiar by this point of the evening, and tentatively smiled. It made his stomach lurch to see. In my parents circles I was lucky not to get raped, I was sure it would happen. In the groups I wanted to be with I was lucky to get spoken too.My students had it great and they didn't even know it. You could really be who you wanted to be. Several of my kids where gay, or bi, or even asexual. No one ever tried to hide it. It was great but I was very jealous of them and they didn't understand how good they had it.As I walked out one of my hot teacher friends says "Goodbye, Tammy." No rape or no. .hurt me," he pleaded to the girl, "I'll...I'll do what ever you say." "Tie his hands with the rope on that ring buoy," Jane told the other girls, who seemed eager at the thought of getting back at the panty thief. They tied his hands together and then threw the rope over the seat, pulling his arms high over his head and forcing him to stand on tip toes. Jane released her grip on his balls and turned his body back and forth inspect- ing him, then turned him. She didn't seem to try as hard for his attention or try and meet him anywhere.They still sparred from time to time, but she didn't throw out the sexual innuendo like she used to or even tried to put him in a position where either she, or he, was grabbing the other in some way during practice.And she didn't appear to Dusty to be too depressed about it either. She started treating him like she used to when they first met. Often he felt more like her brother than someone she wanted to previously.