She was quite a bit shorter than me, I could feel her chin against my breast. I could sense that she was still a little tense about this, her heartbea... sounded like a sledgehammer. I held the embrace for some time. I wanted her to relax, to start to enjoy the contact with another woman's body. Then I took her face between my hands and kissed her, first very gently, her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks; getting more assertive when I reached her mouth. When I kissed her lips she opened them for. "Whore. Fag. Slut. Tranny. Tinker Belle."I kept my eyes shut, waiting for it to end. Finally, he came and pulledout. He reached down, and very loudly slapped me on my butt. I didn't feelsexy. I felt like a piece of livestock.It was completely degrading. Luther had just used me for sexual release,and damned if it mattered how I felt. Shit. Why did I pick my partners sowell? Polly was the queen bitch of the world, and Luther was the kingbastard who lived down the block. Who was next?. "I ignored the question. "I'm here to resign, sir. I really can't take it. Got a hard-on all day and the whole school smells like cum." Yeah, they's kind of careless out in the halls and stairwells. I'll get the janitors out some more and use that disinfectant." Sir, I just can't teach them. I gave a pre-test in history. They don't know anything. Nothing. Not even their own county's history. And they've been in school eight or ten years."He just shook his head. "Fraid you are stuck, boy, less'n. I remembered what I'd heard in the garden. I knew that much was true. So why won't she just tell me the full story? How bad was it?Thinking about it just brought images to my minds eye. By the time I was halfway down the glass my cock was hard. To hell with it! I was going upstairs to bed. Not to sleep, but to wake her up and make her tell me. The drink was having a strange effect."What are you doing?" she said as I turned her to face me."I want you to tell me about the builders – while I fuck.