" What?" Making me incontinent in that amount of time. Like I said, I knowmyself too well. I'm one of those guys who's just too much incontrol." I c...ould do it," she replied, sounding more certain than she reallywas."No, you couldn't." Bet I could!" Bet you can't!" Chad replied playfully.They both laughed for a second."Oh, it would be nice though," Mel sighed."It certainly would be exciting," Chad replied thoughtfully.They both looked briefly and shyly at each other. The feeling ofexcitement. The tags for this story aren't specific to any one chapter, but are general for the entire series. It's a work in progress, with currently 8 chapters and counting. Chapter 1 serves as a prologue. Chapter 2 is the actual start of the story, with Chapter 3-8 containing the real meat of the story. I will be posting each chapter exactly as it is found on nifty sans my friend's author's notes. He highly appreciates feedback, criticism and encourages people to spot any typos or errors and if you wish. 3:30pm couldn't come soon enough in my eyes, but I'm sure it came too soon for Ms. O'Hare. She was sitting nervously in her chair, fidgeting with her hands as I walked into the classroom, closing the door behind me (and locking it this time)."Just when I thought you were learning whore, you disappoint me again," I said angrily."I'm sorry Mr. Drake..." she began, trying to plead her way out of it."I don't want to hear it whore," I interjected. "You are going to learn very quickly that there will. When travelling in the jam packed compartment many times I was surrounded by men young and old. Most of the times the young boys used to take opportunity of the crowd and press against my body. Their hands used to go at different parts of my body and especially my boobs. I had boobs which were big compared to my age. They were big soft and firm.They used to look very attractive and may be every young man would love to touch them. One day I was caught in the train among a strong crowd all young.