"The non-existent Maureen had been used as a ploy in other new friendships and he almost felt like she really existed because he had talked about her ...onstantly just to strike up a conversation."Thank you, Danny, I was getting god-awful bored at this table. My friend went to play darts with the boys and I was even thinking of just packing it in and heading back home."Danny picked up on that right away and suggested that they do just that and he would accompany her to make certain she arrived. "What's the matter, buddy?" I heard his voice from the other side of the tarp saying, and with an obvious note of humor to it! He was enjoying teasing the hell out of me."I'm SO CLOSE to coming!" I replied."Mmmm," he replied. "You better have a nice BIG load in them balls of yours, cuz I'm hungry as hell for that."I'd purposefully not jacked off during the week since the last time I'd driven down there, in order to assure as big of a load as I could bring! I mentioned this to him, and he seemed. By the sounds in the background, and the irritation in his voice, Skye knew she was interrupting, but she had nowhere else to go. After an hour he finally showed up, telling her to get her ass in the truck. Only to arrive at his apartment 10 mines later. Skye huffed, "guess you got lost on the way to pick me up!" She was answered with a cold shoulder, and a wave of the hand. On her way to the bedroom, she heard Jeremy and his friends yelling at the TV. No doubt, Jeremy was losing whatever bet. Heather took her six in the same stoical manner and the head dismissed them and turned to me. 'Mr Webley, you were late and the penalty for tardiness in this school is the slipper. Bend please.' There was no command about taking off my trousers, and I was so in awe of her that I immediately complied. Now a slipper is not actually a slipper but a gym shoe with a cruel plastic base. 'Six of the best, I think.' she said and the first came down on my bum with a loud WHACK. It stung but was nothing.