Up at 4am, delivered the three loads of hay to the horse farm. Loaded several rolls for a guy, and my work day was about done. I sat on the patio and ...atched the high-schoolers go by Jake, Pete, and the girls all waved. An hour or so later the usual middle school group walked by. Following behind them at a distance was a girl covered in dirt, carrying her binder which had obviously burst open with papers hanging out everywhere. I immediately knew what happened, and knew this girl was a good. We have the same beliefs, just a different way of getting our way. He was like Teddy Roosevelt, "Talk softly but carry a big stick".I was more like General Patton, "May God have mercy on my enemies, because I won't."You need to understand my philosophy to understand me and how I react to things. I will put up with a certain amount of bullshit. Once that bullshit quota has been reached, I will do what is necessary to put an end to it. It takes a lot to push me over the edge, but once I go over. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Karla hissed to him. Her expression was thunderous and there was no panic on her face this time. Only anger. “Did you forget what I said to you so quickly?”Jason didn’t say anything - he squared his shoulders and walked slowly towards his sexy teacher. His heart was hammering in his chest and his palms felt slick with sweat. His hand was in his pocket and he was squeezing the Ring in his fist so tightly that he could feel it cutting into his skin.“I. My ass continues to shake, my cunt contracting, wanting more… I don’t dare speak now. My ass is dancing, or feels like it, in the air, of its own accord. Little muffled groans and sighs erupt from between parted lips now and again, expecting, wanting, and remaining unfulfilled. My pulse is still rocketing in every extremity, from ass to tits, to toes, up to my head. After a moment, I hear the bull being rather curtly dismissed, his use now quite literally spent. Absently I wonder if, and.