‘Tell me, lass, what is it about your life that’s so bad? Many people face many worse lives. Sometimes challenges make us stronger. ‘ ‘How wou...ld you know?’ She screamed, but then the wind blew again, parting his tunic, revealing a livid scar running down his chest. The sight of it made her shudder, as if she were part of the violence creating such a scar. Maybe he did know something. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him the truth, then maybe he’d leave her alone. She kept her eyes on the incoming. It was a strange new world this of mine, I had always been told men are to like girls yet, they never really appealed to me. Now on Christmas and whenever I saw my family the usual question of if I already had a girlfriend would swamp me like a tidal wave. I could never tell an almost Amish family that I was very, very fond of men.Back to the present the bell rang and I bolted out and straight to the teacher's lounge, he wasn't there, so I went to his office, he was in. I knocked, and every. M. ‘Tell me,’ you say, breaking the silence, ‘what you most want. Not for anyone else – just for yourself.’ My inhibitions lulled by the spirits, I blurt, ‘I want to kiss you. And I want to touch you. And I want to taste you.’ Instantly, I am certain I’ve just thoroughly and irreparably fucked up our precious friendship. Time stops. You are staring at me, seemingly stunned. I am paralyzed – like a deer in the headlights. In the kind of slow motion you only see in movies, we draw closer to one. It slid smoothly in and out of my mouth and my imaginary voice filled my head demanding I suck it, and telling me I must prove my love by enduring the pain in my nipples for his pleasure. I dropped my hands to the clothes pins and pulled them stretching my nipples as I let the cock slide deep into my mouth it was soft but firm then suddenly I gagged as it touched the back of my throat and I quickly withdrew my head. Suck it bitch the voice in my head demanded and my fingers twisted the.