After a prayer, I busied myself by remembering the names of Mrs. McMahan’s friends. I even tolerated their praise for Gordon until I couldn’t take...any more. Someone, either Gordon or his mother, had elevated his role in the distribution committee to the lofty position of leader. I choked on the roast beef when I heard one of them say that Gordon gave the directions and the rest of us bowed to his authority. Paige had warned me to not goad Gordon, and I took that to mean that I was not to burst. 1 well over 200 lbs.as i started to choke him I told him that we have the same father but different mothers.then I looked at her and said take your ass to class.I'm going to tell dad.she left.I drop him down in his own PISS.yeah i want to talk about that.you have messed up my business,i said what business.I know what people saya bout me and calling me names.but i like the attention from all those horny guys.now the guys are scared because of you making that piss himself.I said look was not. Squeak.The sounds of the adjacent squash court filled my ears and danced with the vibrations in my temple. My fucking boss and my fucking job, my fucking ex with his perfect fucking wife, the endless fucking holes in my fucking life. Thud. Thud. Thud. I stood in lonely silence, but the noise inside my head was deafening and relentless. I pulled my sodden top over my head. Sweat cooled on my skin and fell in droplets from my matted hair. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my. Thy hair, thy soft mouth, beautiful sweet eyes under long lashes. Thy sweet, sweet cunnie. From this day, when we are apart, I shall wonder, where is my cunny now? What is it doing? And that is how I learned a wife can control a husband, with her pussie and a sharp word, as long as she does not go too far. I did something once that enraged him, so small a matter I cannot even remember now, and he made me go to the dance in the great hall naked and dance amid all the lords and ladies in their.