She glided her hands up her waist and cupped a breasts in each hand, she flicked her thumbs over her nipples feeling them harden from the cool night a...ir, she squeezed her breasts hard making herself moan a little, she tried to keep the noise down as she didn’t want Charles to hear her, but she knew that keeping herself quiet was going to make this tougher.She continued to tweak her nipples fighting the urge to glide her fingers to her mound, she force herself to moan louder, she could feel more. She had no reply to that, just a long glare. But a glare that was returned. Friendly and calmly. There was an amused gleam in the corner of his eyes as he leaned forward over the bar counter and rested on his elbows. Aki took a deep breath, a mouthful of the chilly drink and settled her own patented visual probes at his gaze. And then she know it immediately. His eyes didn’t flicker. In the last possible place she thought of looking. At last, more than a puppet. Maybe a way out of this downward. "I have never had detention what will we be doing?" said Amanda "Well your going to be doing what ever I say, I'm sick of you little punks thinking you can act like assholes and get away with it" Mrs. Divan was saying as I heard a lock on the door. Not knowing what that was for but would find out later. She walked over and stopped by our desk and dropped an encyclapedia on each of our desks. "Start at page one and copy till I tell you to stop." We started writeing our pages out and I got up to. As he played, he explained it was a song Jethro Tull called “Aqualung.” I didn’t understand all of the words, but the way he sang the song, sounded like he was singing about himself. The lyrics began:Sitting on a park benchEying little girls with bad intent.Snots running down his nose.Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung!Drying in the cold sun.Watching as the frilly panties run, H-h-h-hey, Aqualung!Feeling like a dead duck!Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh,.