The first few notes were played by a distant guitar and they made Sherri shiver. It sounded so familiar and yet, so different. A single spotlight sudd...nly flared on the stage, dead center, and a dark figure stepped from behind a curtain, slowly making its way onto the front of the stage. Her head was lowered over the microphone, her long black hair covering her face. Then suddenly, her voice rang through the stadium. It was that same smooth, silky voice Sherri remembered singing to her. So long. .." John, you're not going to kill me," Rebecca said knowingly."I'm..." I panted. "I'm going to kick you out of the house..." Hey!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Just for that, I should make you do twenty more!"I HATED lunges. She KNEW I hated lunges, which was probably why she'd already made me do so many in the first place. Plus, doing so many AFTER attacking the rowing machine just about gave me a heart attack.I gasped for air and Rebecca came around with a bottle of Gatorade. "You're a sadist," I. She shook her head no but did it anyway. I could see about half an inch of the dog just inside the hem of her dress. When we got to the top I once again took her arm and as we walked I told her that I could see the hot dog sticking from her pussy. She freeked and almost reached down to push it up. I said no leave it alone. Hey you want to try on some shoes I asked. She gave me a go to Hell look, she loves trying on shoes and I know that, but she can't set down with that all beef cock in her. Nickolson had knowingly provoked him. He still earned a lengthy suspension. His impromptu speech would remain as the gold standard for cussing in the school for a long time to come. ***** John spent the suspension in the house, refusing to leave his room. His mother eventually dragged John to the doctor’s. The depression diagnosis wasn’t hard to reach. John had been losing weight at an alarming rate and he barely spoke coherently. He was also told that he had ADD. They gave him prescriptions.