"S-someonestole them, Ma'am," I said in what I hoped was a convincing schoolboy-tone. "P-please, won't you get me another uniform and let me go back t...oclass?" And let you off that easy?" the sexy, blonde assistant chimed in, hersaucy eyes devouring my unclad, boyish form. "You'd like that, wouldn'tyou?" Sylvia 's right," the Teacher said. "Simply letting you dress and leavewould hardly compensate for the punishment you have obviously tried sohard to invoke. Indeed, I think perhaps a dozen sharp. In fact, he began a Speedo collection to feed his growing obsession with them.By now Justin had begun to fantasize about having sex with other guys from his team. He would get so horny during practice playing around in the pool. Some of the bigger guys on the team invented a game of tag, and their favorite way to tag another player was diving under water and grabbing a handful of Speedo. Whether it was an ass or a cock didn’t make much difference, as long as the result was a Speedo hardon for. . . they never found out whether Ms. Johnson ever did or not. Yep, one thing was for sure . . . jockey shorts swelled when Ms. Johnson walked by. She was simply perfect . . . the perfect little resident, in the perfect little house, in a perfect little Midwestern town.But tonight, everything seemed a bit out of kilter at the bright little house at the end of Sycamore Street. Just after sundown, all of the leaves dropped from each and every tree on Ms. Johnson's lot . . . every flower around. Lieutenant Antonio "Ambrose" Bernard ministered to the fighting men of their command. Two things emerged from that experience: a friendship forged in fire between the three men that would never dim; and a grief born of death and desolation that would sear the chaplain's heart. This injury would take many years to heal.Fr. Ambrose was 37 years old when he went off to war, strong of body and absolutely convinced of the correctness of his faith. He was 40 when he returned, sick in body and soul,.