I was sobbing ... gasping for breath ... moaning out my misery when Whitney got to me. She collapsed on the ground beside me and gathered me in her ar...ms and rocked me as I wept. Petted my head as I sobbed against her. She was a rock and I was rain."It's that bad?" she asked softly. I nodded.Whitney was also rain."What does it mean to speak extemporaneously?" Ms. Streeter asked our speech class. How could I make two ridiculous mistakes in classes in a row? Last year I thought Debate would be an. We don't bang our thumbs with a hammer on a routine basis. That doesn't feel good. It's not natural. Everybody scratches, or yawns or stretches. It's just natural ... and it feels good. It's the same thing with Scratching Yoda Behind the Ears. It just feels good. And it's a good way to Get in Touch with Yourself and ... you know ... Discover Your Own Potential.But people don't like to talk about masturbation. And worse still, people don't THINK about how complicated it is, or how important it. As she closed the blinds, she turned to looked at me. “Well, Mr Griffiths, it seems your attitude knows no bounds. I could have you expelled for using such profanity on the college network, let alone toward a teacher,” she said in an almost seductive tone as she walked toward my desk. And I could swear her hips were swaying more from side to side with each step, and that she had undone a few more buttons on her white blouse revealing more of her big firm tits. Standing at the edge of my desk. Bail had been denied; he had been in lockup for just two weeks. His wife Sofia died of a drug overdose although there was no previous evidence of drug use just four weeks earlier.Her autopsy was sealed for reasons unknown. Most likely it was to leave the detectives bargaining room if they ever found suspects to ply them for real information, or else someone in the department was covering their ass. Burt was able to back-door a copy of it from the coroner’s files.Sofia’s arms and legs showed.