So easily. "Then we have to stop." She moved down my chest, her head nestled into my stomach, kissing. There was suddenly something awkward and strang...e here. A ringing in my brain. Incessant and patronizing. Her words: 'I'm doing this for you... then we have to stop'? What the hell did that mean? It sounded like she was setting this whole thing up. My mind was spinning out of control. We were just standing there talking about who was taller... before that... then it hit me."No! Stop." My hands. Lately, I've been having a ton of morning time fun. It's gone from being a drag to being one of my favorite times of day."Suzanne responded, "I know. But don't worry. Do whatever you need to do upstairs. Shower and get your books and backpack ready, your clothes laid out, and so on. If my plan works like I think it will, you'll get some high quality sexy fun time with him too. The more ready you are, the longer the fun time can be." Sweet! But what about breakfast? I do need to eat." I know.. I started crying at night as I thought about the next day at school. I was in a constant state of anxiety, which made me physically sick.I couldn't understand why everyone hated me. I was an average-looking guy, six feet tall, maybe a little skinnier than average but not a repulsive-looking guy. Every new school year, I would tell myself, "This year will be different. They are finally going to let me alone."The start of my Sophomore year was no different. I thought this year I was finally going. Now he was sitting at the Laundromat, perplexed at how the past two days had played out. Jan had told Chuck that the officers under their command would have to get used to seeing her holding his hand. That didn't conform to the theory he had organized in his mind.To him, this was just another of Jan's experiments. She had used him as a guinea pig to see if she could stand to be held or touched intimately. He had begun to wonder how far Jan's plan extended.He decided he would have to discuss.