She turned the sound up to see who was playing and what the score was. The announcers' voices came over the air as they described the game. "It's gett...ing on to the late innings on an overcast night here, and Johnson is pitching a gem of a game, especially considering he was pressed into service unexpectedly when Mullaney never showed up at the stadium tonight. Still no word on his whereabouts, by the way. And that pitch is driven into centerfield, but it's caught well short of the track.. "What is the use for this one?" he asked. She looked at him not believing he didn't know what a vibe was used for. She was stumbling for words in her mind. "I use it to please myself, Sir." "How often do you use it?" Again her mind was swirling, looking for answers. "Only when I have a need, Sir." "What type of need would that be," he asked curiously. She could barely breath. Was she going to have to explain every detail to him? "It makes me have an orgasm, Sir." "Do you care for it after your. "Wait!" Serah appeared running from the corner of the corridor. Behind her followed Mr. Ogler in slow steps."Wait for what?" Zax thought to himself and hurried inside to his sit, leaving the door to the class open for Serah."Good morning, Mr. Ogler!" All the students stood up and saluted as Mr. Ogler entered the class."Good morning. You may all sit". Mr. Ogler nodded back and the school day began.Ten minutes after recess, while in third period, Zax's eyelids fell from a sudden exhaustion. He. I wanted my Mother, I wanted to pee. I began crying and got out of bed, wandering down the dark corridor and then along the balcony that looked down into the living room, Mummy! Mummy! But my voice was smothered by the storm and the howling wind. Then a flash lit up everything like bright day and I saw them below for an instant, both pale and raw-looking. I went very close to the window of their room, and then saw my father was doing something terrible to my mother, humping and jerking on top.