It was so boring!I used every opportunity to get out of the house and spend time with my friends - two of them. 20 year old Karl Roth and 19 year old ...Claire Stearn. "Lindass" - that's what Claire called my mom. She had the a foul mouth and often cursed - never finishing a sentence without a f-bomb. "What a fucking large ass that whore's got on her." she said looking at another young teenager who was walking by.Both Karl and I suspected that Claire was a closet lesbian or at least bi-sexual. She. Chloe. It makes me feel so smart and sophisticated. "Yes,sir?" I replied. "You mentioned that you were thirsty. The kitchen isthe other way." Oh, how silly of me. He blustered my thoughts so muchthat I forgot why I was here. Walking past him, I saw from the cornerof my eye that he was watching me walk away. Was he checking out mybootie? Mark one for these tight pants. I've got to get me a pairmyself. I giggled some more that I was being scoped out by Lily's dadwhile walking to the. I love listening to him discuss technical issues with others. He’s confident and he’s not one of those imperious-sounding, self-important types. When he’s working with others, he’s friendly, patient and helpful.Some of my teachers, the good ones, are like that most of the time, but a classroom full of my contemporaries is enough to scratch through that layer sometimes. Still, seeing and hearing Bill like that, first, it’s one reason I’m attracted to him, and second, it’s something I want people. I hadn't seen Uncle Carl for a few years and have fond memories of when I used to visit him even though I would invariably end up over his knee for doing something naughty and get my bare bottom smacked. He was a no nonsense man and I always knew that he would spank me immediately no matter where we were or who was watching, but I was eighteen now and of course too old to be spanked so what could go wrong. Yeah what could go wrong, famous last words. I was pretty excited as I strolled down.