I hadn't had a haircut in a while, so my hair was long. I didn't need glasses anymore, and someone had put two gold stud earrings in my ears (one in e...ch).I found out later that they were both real surprised that the first thing I did when I got home and got out of the trunk wasn't to go change out of the tights and leotard and into some normal boys' clothes. But I had become so used to it that I didn't even think about it. The first think I did was enjoy freedom - run around the house, watch. Joe trotted over and sat where the teacher pointed, swallowing his smile. He and the teacher had talked about this show at lunchtime. "Now Joe here is a lousy player as well as a freshman, neither of those things are his fault, exactly. He knows that. He can't dribble worth a darn, doesn't know how to pass, is awful on defense, falls over his own feet. But I want to try him on the varsity for at least one game, maybe two, and I want you guys to help me teach hm how to play. Understand? Keep him. .. just talk about Dallas?" Ruth asked.William looked at the floor again blushing just as red as before. "No...it's just that you are the first... hooker, I've ever been with," he said, quietly."Good, I'm glad," Ruth said stroking his leg. "I was hoping there was something more. Now just relax baby, tell me what you want me to do. Don't think of me as a hooker... think of me as your girlfriend. And I'm the kind of girlfriend that has a hard time saying no!" she giggled."What kinds of things do. ’ I say, ‘I love you, my husband, my lover, my Master.’ We hold each other for a long time. The door opens and Joan walks in. We’ve been sleeping. I’m still laying on John. I don’t want to move. Joan walks over and says, ‘Master, could you fuck my throat now, please.’ John says, ‘Joan, I need a break from sex for a while. I’m very content to lay like this forever.’ Joan frowns. I smile. I look at the clock and it’s 4:30pm. We lay like that for another half hour and then I say, ‘Honey, I think.