“When did you want to do this? We need to get permission from Mr. Marks first.”“Well, you see we already did that yesterday, after school when M...s. Jan asked him to come to our practice. We all kinda persuaded him and Ms. Jan even got into our persuasion.” She turned to the others and they all laughed.“Let’s go into Assembly and I’ll get Mr. Marks to acknowledge that it’s okay. Then you just do whatever you do the rest of the day and I’ll be there.”“Bobby Joe ... there’s one other thing .... ..We met on a chilly evening, in the far corner of the cafeteria, over a plate of steaming hot pork dumplings and ice-cold bottles of Sprite.He looked around nervously as he talked and spoke in a quiet voice, only mouthing certain words.He said the school paid to have most of the history of the area wiped off the internet, though a few things would inevitably pop up in a deep dive, like they usually do with the Great Firewall, which made me think of Bill Clinton having once said something to. I suck him deep to keep the taste from my tongue, he holds my head as he mouth fucks me, his hip thrusts ensuring he is taking me deep, and as quickly as he pushed into me he withdraws, and pumps successive spurts of warm semen into my face, each release hitting my open eyes, the sting and the following blindness, adding to my helplessness. I hear him run off and reach up to try clear both my eyes, I cant see and then realize he has also made off with my bag.I hear another voice, another man. We decided to haul all the junk we'd collected out to the dumpster we'd had delivered and call it a day. Then we drove to Beth's house to clean up and try to get presentable enough for Jeanie.As I was scrubbing her back, Beth leaned back into me. "Tommy, are we ever going to get that place livable? Maybe I should just let the folks sell it and live in a dorm or at home." Come on, we're getting close. Tomorrow we'll start painting and pretty soon the place will be our home." Our home," she said.