Asmuch as Zoie hated school the one tolerable part of it was that she gotto spend time with her only friend Tom. He was such a nerd, but he washer ne...rd. They had become friends in kindergarten and when everyone elsegrew up and got "cool" they remained awkward and outcasts, but their bondcouldn't be broken they were best friends. Zoie peeked out her windowand saw the lanky boy waiting for her. She threw on a dirty t shirt andblack skinny jeans over her plain black sports bra and full. The both saw the Doctor reach out and slap the girl's nipples with a sharp crack of his fingers on the sensitive skin. It was the boob slapping that drew the screams from the girl's mouth. Her anal testing was obviously most pleasurable to her judging from the amount of female juice already anointing the black leather covering of the contraption.The Doctor was dipping the handle of the paddle into his lubrication bucket on the floor and he spread the girl's posterior so that he could shove it. And yes I puked up the grill cheese in the high weeds behind the field. When I got home I went to work on the bag. I couldn't find my gloves and I was to sleepy to care. I just set the timer and wailed away at the bag.That next morning my hands hurt a little and were a little swollen, but I paid no attention. I went to the take out window, then into the office to meet with Wilson. He taught me about the new finger print reader and the high speed finger print ID computer, that the labs of both. These were the people Iris and I were amongst as we watched Ralph’s brief innings. He’d been last batsman; and so, the other side would soon come in to bat.Iris had left our table to join her son Ralph as he made his way to the pavilion, to share the team’s general get-together, leaving me to take in the scenic setting of the club’s grounds.Within a while I was suddenly joined by an attractive female acquaintance of Iris, “Hello, you’re staying at the Carlton-Hawes manor aren’t you? I’m.