. I wouldn’t ... How could you ASK that?!!?”“Go look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if that looks like one load of cum or more than one,�...� I suggested. She looked at me like I was crazy for a moment and then she disappeared, going to wash her face, undoubtedly.I heard the shower start and nodded to myself, thinking that there was a multitude of sin that had been hidden by her clothes. I’d find out later.When she returned, she was freshly scrubbed and wrapped in her robe. I was sitting. Canings took place starting just after lunch and were carried out by prefects. These were boys only one, perhaps two years older than me. I mean, I would have loved the job. The fly in the ointment for my caning was that it was the Head Boy who was designated as the caner. We weren't friends as such but we did know each other socially. The idea that I would have to bend over and point my bottom at him to be hit, wasn't a happy one at all. First though, came a mind-numbing lecture from the. (Except my FATHER, I LOVED him!)Anyway, my periods weren’t that bad, and I used tampons. One time, Randy came to me, and we were fooling around when he discovered its string hanging down outside of me. He’d had no idea and was afraid. I just laughed as I told him that’s how you pulled out the tampon. He asked me to see it, so I pulled it out. Bam! He passed right out! Obviously, he’s not going to be a doctor if a little bloody cotton did that to him. From that point on, as soon as he knew I had. Even with the four-day respite, Paul welcomed the prospect of working, for well over a week, at the radio station before facing the task of reporting six days a week to the school in Manhattan as well. It would give him a chance to get his feet on the ground at WNUT-AM, Nutley, NJ.His "feet on the ground," right. Not for the first time, Paul marveled at how many commonplace expressions involved references to legs, knees, feet, or combinations of all three. Everybody did it. Sometimes, when.