I roll a little to ease the pain on my arms, which are folded tightly behind me, secured together across the small of my back with cable ties. My legs...are bound separately with more of the unyielding plastic, but with ankles tied to thighs, thus legs folded, I cannot move even enough to fall off this bed or out of the cloying sheets that cover me. The darkness is complete here, and my breath is laboured through the tight rubber hood with its single pinprick breathing hole. I try to crawl,. All he wanted to do was go to sleep instead of being asked about his sex life by his sister, but I was curious. Since we'd already broken the big taboo, a few questions seemed tame in comparison.It took about half an hour for him to answer, during which time I told him about my experiences of masturbating with my classmates and the boys I'd been with. He talked too about his girlfriend. Marnie was a year older than him and had already had sex. Ryan, on the other hand, was still a virgin yet. After two years, they had a petty fight and lost contact. He now wanted to get back together and asked me for help. I just told him that he was lying and I couldn’t trust him. I told him to fuck off.He then asked me to keep a secret and sent some pics of them kissing and touching. There were no nudes. But I was shocked that this idiot would send these pics to a girl’s brother to prove his point. And I was also confused about what the need to click pics was.I just blocked him and tried to forget. Rehearsal wasn’t quite the breeze I was expecting. LeBlanc had attended our performance at the church and was in the practice room with us tapping his baton for an hour. He made the strings count their entrance three times because he said our start was ragged. Then he made Cindy and me do the same thing for our entrance. He had a score and had marked seven errors where someone had hit a wrong note. Thankfully, only two of them were mine.I put my practice guitar in the music locker with Jack’s.