This was the week that I was going to start tracking down the mystery of life. Or at least the mystery of my life. Who the hell was Patrick Sterling, ...nd how the hell did he get that way? I already had a pretty good answer to the first question. He was an arrogant asshole who said "That was great, baby" to a woman he'd adored since the seventh grade, and who'd dumped Cammie Rowe when she wouldn't put out. He'd had at least one affair with a married woman, and at least one session with his. Mein Bruder ist 18 und in der 12ten. Ich bin 11 und in der 5ten. Werner wird bald studieren und viel Geld verdienen, hat Ma mal zu mir gesagt. Ich, so Ma, koenne mit meinen Noten bestenfalls Putzfrau werden. Und dabei lachte sie boshaft. "Ach ja", fuegte sie noch an, "und dann putzt du dich am besten gleich selbst weg. Aber so wie du dich verhaeltst, da werden das deine Schulkameraden in der naechsten Zeit fuer dich besorgen. Du bist ja eh dafuer zu bloed."Wie Recht sie doch hat. Als ich vor. This bomb I dropped felt bigger than Hiroshima. Like this was life altering for real. I was trippin’ heavy off this, and nothing or no one could tell me that I just hadn’t ruined the greatest friendship known to man. I decided to hop in the shower to get away from the situation even if only for 10-15 minutes. I didn’t bother turning on any lights I was in such a somber mood. I stepped in and let the water cascade down my back. The water was soothing to my skin but was doing absolutely nothing. Wanting to know, if she’d been Gang-banged again. Without going into much detail, Ash explained she’d only been Banging 3 times this summer, but, she had been very busy, with Harold, Mistress Brittany, and had played some, Hard S&M games Saturday and she was still sore. Then with a quick look around she lifted her shirt showing of her new nipple jewelry. The teachers all had sharp little gasp, Ash could not tell if it was her flashing, them getting to see her tits, the piercings, or her.