For some reason Jen never brought anyone home, although she did stay elsewhere every once in a while.Six months went by and we did a followup to our V... story. Our Congressman failed miserably, and denied an interview. We did our remote on his office steps, giving him a public F for his efforts. He did not win his re-elction bid. His replacement was from the other party, and a vet, so he jumped in, making it his personal cause, working both parties relentlessly. He made friends and he made. At the far end, Mr Pierce’s schoolteacher spider sense tingled; he could tell there was trouble brewing.“Woody! You pisshead!” was John’s opening gambit.“John. Hi, enjoying the dance?” Woodrow Woodruff – Woody to everybody in the school – had also smuggled some alcohol in; if he had been in his normal frame of mind he would have been half way to the door by now. But a bit of alcohol had given him courage; no, he would not run this time (he always got caught anyway, eventually).“Fuck off!”“Ah, a. .. ' I followed Bruce directions and opened my oral cavity as wide as I could, placing my tongue over my lower teeth I lowered my head down until I started to gag. Bruce held me there for a short period before letting me raise my head. My saliva mixed with Bruce pre-cum dripped from my lips and chin, I intuitively closed my lips around Bruce pulsating shaft as I pulled back. I dared not raise up far enough to remove his male glans from my lips, just closed my lips trapping some of the mucus and. ‘Do you want to stay with him, or do you want to leave him?’ asked Robert ‘That is the first question, because then we decide if I call the Police or what.’ ‘I don’t want him anymore. He beat me for talking to him, for telling him about the zones on a woman, and asking what he knew about that.’ she said tears in her eyes. ‘I wasn’t complaining, really I wasn’t.’ she started to cry again. Robert stepped to her and gently hugged her and whispered into her ear. Sherri watched this but couldn’t.