.. mocked by him.. break in second period.. third period...fourth period get teased, mocked, tripped.. lunch... paper balls get thrown... and ketchup...packets.. a fake note asking for a blowjob...... back to fourth period... fifth period.... sixth period and seventh peroid.. the insults usual die down because seventh period is gym.. and we all know every atlethic boy loves gym class.... Well the same cycle starts in daysdays turn into weeksweeks turn into monthsand finally i snapped and had. I fished deeper into the bag. A couple of rubber chew toys and a folded plastic mat, no diaper directions. I looked at the child. ‘You know how to do this?’ I said, holding up one of the diapers. She smiled. ‘You’re a stinky baby,’ I said, smiling back. This time I received a large toothless grin. I poked her tummy with the end of the diaper. ‘Stinky, stinky,’ I babbled. She could laugh. The death of the lady, my totaled car, and our slow demise to dehydration disappeared in that laugh. I had. I beed some rest"I always remember the things Junior and I have done but the smile of Mr. Ramos always interupt it. The next day, I explain to Junior of what bother me when we had sex but not the thing that Mr. Ramos saw us having sex. So everytime Junior is off duty I go to the BR A and we give ourselves pleasure. Until one day, our house and the BRs were emptied. Mr. Ramos came with his motor, fear run to all of my nerves,and I stand in my position frozen. Mr. Ramos notice me, he then come. I stood off to the side of the hole at waist height, shivering in my nudity, my reflection excited me, and as I saw the wooden bung being taken away to leave a three inch hole, I almost wet myself, as I stepped into view, placing my zimmer-like support directly in front of the hole, I would bend and stretch in front of the hole, press my nude buttocks hard against it, and pretend not to notice anything amiss, should he insert any part of his body into the hole and touch mine.I turned to face.