I smiled at him, and this was not what he expected because Luke took a step backwards, looking unsure. Stepping forward, I slapped Luke with my open p...alm. I mocked him, calling him a poltroon and a fop. My words stinging his ostentatious ego as my hand did his pretty face. "The only black belt I see in this room is the one on your pants, Sensei." Among inmates in prison, slapping a man in the face is the ultimate expression of contempt and disrespect. It is referred to as a bitch slap. Failure. He could make it a class action suit and then retire.” I mumbled it of course, since no one could hear.Since I still didn’t have a TV set, ‭ I watched some old TV shows on Sunday night. I answered several calls from people returning my earlier calls. In all I hadn’t learned much.About‭ 9PM I heard a car in the gravel drive. I looked out to see Linda pull up beside my Accent. She didn’t have Megan, so that meant Megan was with Linda’s mother overnight. That happened often, or so I had. Her hypersensitive inner cuntal flesh fairly seethed, sending a hot flow of cuntal moisture seeping down into her already damply twined pubic curls. Their lurid scene acted like a bellows of her burning loins. Her nakedly thrusting breasts felt electric with lust and giddy thrills."Kaizer, darling," she pleaded, almost begging him now. "I want to love you. Please lie down. I want to suck that beautiful penis of yours, you gorgeous animal, just the way you sucked my cunt."Katherine shook her. "Holy shit," she blurted out, "that means that bitch Charlotte is gone ... and ... shit ... maybe one of us..." Yes," Emily said. The smirk on her face was unmistakable. "Don't think about it, though. Let's just get through tryouts first. I think things might fall in place nicely after that."Michelle craned her neck, looking all around the gym. The bleachers were starting to fill with students curious to watch the tryouts. "Where do you think Charlotte is, though?" she asked. "Hope nothing bad.