Come to my office young girl.Yes sirI'm putting you on 2 friday detentions for bunking class.No sir please don't, my parents will ground me.Well you n...eed to be punished as this is unexceptible!Please sir, I'll do anything.Like what are you referring young lady? Hmm maybe I can suck your dick? Are you now bribing me with sexual favours? I can expell you for that.No please sir. It will be our little secret.Ok then stand up and take off your dress!Standing in front of my husband just in my. M., Friday, March 27, 2015Honolulu, HIThe two kids were back in the shed. This was the fourth time they’d shared Hustler between them, and together they had read and discussed some of the letters and articles. Much of this material, being about politics, whiskey, and other such issues, was of little interest to them. A couple of video game reviews were interesting, and the subject of sex was represented enough to keep the young eyes reading. Much of this, even, was written in such a style, and. "This is just great!" Lesley said in Tim's body when she noticed the 1955 date on the calendar. "How can a remote zap us inside a TV show?" Maybe that remote control is the Super remote that dad was once working on in his home lab." Tim said, getting use to speaking with Lesley's voice. "Since I dropped it before we went through, there's no way back." Sport! Muffin!" They're new sitcom mother said in an old fashion plaid dress and heels. "Hurry up or you'll be late for school." Hi ya, Sport!". "Oh my god," he said as he pulled me close again. "You poor girl. Here, stay right here while I go get the phone. We are calling the cops and you are going to press charges on that sorry son of a bitch." With that. He gently released me and headed off toward what I assumed was the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with the phone and a small tumbler of an amber liquid. I wasn't sure what was in the glass, and at that moment, I didn't really care. I reached for the phone and dialed 911. I.