Here I was, twelve years old, a genius (so they tell me) and crying like a baby. Mr. White was on the phone in no time. He looked down at his desk and...got the number from Chuck's records folder. I heard him identify himself and then look shocked. He hung up and tried again. I guess there was no answer. "Wait here a minute please Miss. Carter. I'll be right back."I continued to weep but was starting to get control. I thought about my being there. I had volunteered for The Program. They said I. And I did. She got up and grabbed a condom from the wrapped towel she had on the night stand and in one swift motion put it in her mouth, dropped to her knees and slurped that thing on my dick without using her hands. Impressive. She hopped on the bed and assumed the position I wanted her in (doggy). This wasn't our first go around so she knew what I wanted. I was standing next to the bed and she curled her legs around me and told me to stand still while she worked herself back and forth,. He knew that Davidwould be making another trip to his house to install it; yet another costhe really could not afford. The second was a nagging feeling in the backof his mind that he just could not put his finger on. Something aboutthat name 'D-Link' instilled fear in him; but he just could not rememberwhere he had heard it before.Tom's phone rang, snapping his thoughts back to the present, and heimmediately answered knowing that it was Princess Dee. Nobody ever calledhim on weekends, not even. ‘Neither, it was Rose! My mother hasn’t even so much as looked in my general direction ALL day, im so glad you invited me for lunch, I needed to get out of there!’ Amber said. ‘Its cool. I missed you. After last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. We need to talk.’ Danny said seriously. ‘Okay, what do you want to talk about?’ Amber asked. ‘Uhmm, I wanted to know how you felt, if this is a real relationship to you or if its just a summer fling, because I don’t date just to date, I like.