Carl slid into the narrow seat on the other side pinning me between the two. When did these guys get so big? They were both in my class, but last year... they were nowhere near as big as this. My life was shit. Now I was going to be beat up in class as well as on the playground."I understand you might be able to help us with science this year," Carl said. "I don't mean like doing our homework or anything. But maybe you could help with things that we might not understand when Mr. Boyer says them.". With a final gasp, her body became rigid and then collapsed on the bed. “Now, it’s your turn,” she whispered to me. “He gets to beat your cock.” “Wait a minute,” I protested. “That’s different, it would really hurt me.” “That’s true” she agreed. “Maybe next time I’ll beat you myself, I will use a strap and beat your cock until you come or I knock it off, but for now I’ll do something different that. As I did, I looked out saw and Jasmine and her stepmother walking up to the back door and heard them knock which almost paralyzed me. Was she coming to castigate me for what I had done with her daughter? Oh no, I thought, maybe if I am quiet they will go away but that didn’t work. They kept on knocking waiting for me to come to the door.JasmineMy stepmother giggled like a schoolgirl while I banged on the door. I knew he was in there but for some reason, he didn’t open.“Are you sure he is a. How the hell had Merry dragged the Brad story out of me? She was so sneaky, I could never keep a secret from her. And she was way too romantic and positive. Originally, my mom had spelled her nickname ‘Meri,’ but at eight years old, she insisted that they change the spelling to ‘Merry’ since Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it seems the happy holiday spirit stuck along with the spelling. ‘So, tell me about the boy’ she had insisted after we found the right channel. ‘Ugh, he still hasn’t.