The name brought up thoughts of laughter, pointed fingers, derision."She say anything else?" he asked her."Yes, that she wanted you to personally show... the house to her. And that her friends call her Renny." Renny," he whispered, feeling a chill of shame running up and down his spine. "Oh my God." Hon?" Maureen said, picking up on the tone of his voice. "Are you all right? Do you remember her now?" Yeah," he said slowly, bitterly. "I remember." He shook his head. "Renny Mitchell. Holy shit." Who. They are just outside the door, they want this as well, they want you to start having a great sexual life as well as them, do you want them to come in?"Suddenly I realized I had the chance to make my true fantasy to come true, I nodded to mom, she gets up and walks out, she then walks in with Tiffany and Katrina in full school uniform and a pig tailed hairstyle to match."At last b*o!" shouted Katrina, "our panties are so wet from waiting and listening!, mom?, were you wanking him off?!"Mom. When the fun and games began there had been lots of screaming, ducking and general foolishness. That’s when I noticed the older woman sitting near me pull a little pistol from her silvery looking purse. I swatted her arm hard with my solid wood cane, probably breaking both her forearm bones. She screeched in surprise and pain, dropping the pistol on the bar.That of course drew the attention of one of the big dudes who started moving toward me. The oriental chick used command voice and said. He slowly let out a low moan, but was interrupted by his mother, ‘Son! You’ll be late for your first day of school!’ Pancake rushed off to school. Another year at Big Peter Johnson High School. He already couldn’t wait for it to end. He didn’t have many friends and spent most days day dreaming in the classroom. The only thing he looked forward to was Choir, he loved being a part of the choir team, and it was lead by his favorite teacher, Mr. Eddie. The day was fairly uneventful. He went from.