He was barely able to lift his head, which was already elevated since the head of the bed had been raised. He saw, with mild alarm, that the sheets w...re mounded in an unusual way over his chest, which, now he thought of it, seemed sore.He knew that he should be scared, but mild alarm was as excited as he could get. He understood that he must be still drugged and he wondered where he was and what had happened to him. His last memory was of the basement room; his mind had temporarily blocked. Was she going to end up like her boss? Writhing on the floor, sweat dripping off her as she masturbated like a slut, unable to control herself? How about Jesse? Slavering over the Breeder's fat cock, unable to realize what she was doing, becoming an addict to his cum, an addiction that will continue for the rest of her life. Still, she had to admire the size of the massive organ. It must be truly spellbinding at its full size.Diane noticed that a guard had positioned themselves at the door. I had known for a long time that I was different. I was not attractedto girls and what I wanted was to find someone like me who was alsodifferent. I had researched what little there was to be found abouthomosexuality in the public library. (The school library had been"cleansed" and this was long before the Internet.) I therefore knewthere were men out there like me although, like me, almost all of themhid their true identity from the public. One day, I hoped, I wouldfind one.Having given up on. There was no justification for those statements given in the book. To me that speaks of intellectual laziness and reduces the significance of the judgments made from expert opinion to author speculation,” Stephen said.“Very good,” Professor Sigmond said. He reached into his pocket and removed his pen. He wrote down an A for the final grade for the class next to Stephen’s name. He felt that his answer was worth an A. It was his opinion that his job was to teach students how to think about.