All of them looked scared. Tom understood as he would have felt the same way, if he didn't hurt so much. Now he just didn't care.Tom noticed that ther... was a small group of Indians that acted like the leaders of the wagon train. Tom quickly realized that they gave the orders, and the others moved to carry them out. Tom watched as a steady stream of Indians made their way to the group, all of them carrying books, found in the wagons. Usually just a bible, but sometimes there was another one. Tom. He worked so hard to keep sane at St. Christopher’s. Just them the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.She hurried to her class in room 5 which was on the first floor. As she hurried down the hallways she was greeted by complaints of Mr. Rogers by some of her students. ‘He gives us Shakespeare again, Miss Ryan,’ one girl moaned. ‘Told us we should watch the movie! Shakespeare is a classic. No modern day film maker unless it’s Peter Jackson, he’s a film god or actor can remake. “Oh!” Anita gasped. “I think you need one more training session”.As Lorraine switched on the massager, Anita looked down at her body. Her dropping breasts, with the nipples pointing down, her puckered tummy telling the world she used to be fat, the stretch marks she never got rid of after having the twins. She saw the wild bush of pubic hair and beyond that the cellulite thighs. Her body was so unlike the woman who stood next to the bed, massager in hand ready to pleasure her.The vibrations. One Sunday afternoon she came over unexpectedly, looking slightly flushed and excited. She told me she had a surprise. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom, placed a chair at the foot of the bed, got me naked, sat me down, and told me to close my eyes. A few minutes later, I heard her come back in, and after a few minutes of creaking bedsprings and the rustling of clothes I was told I could open my eyes. She was kneeling on the edge of the bed naked, and standing in front of her was.