I thought you might've learned something from our little chat yesterday ... but it seems my faith in you was sadly misplaced." Some nervous giggles an...d whispers echoed through the classroom as Mr. Hill walked over to his desk. He opened one of its drawers, and took out a hall pass. "You, miss, are to head straight down to the principal's office, and –" Principal's office, right there, got it, whatever," Emily said in a sarcastic tone, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes. "Are you done. Ek din wo dono raat ko dad ke sone ke baad haal me baithe bate kar rahe the light band tha aur dad uthe to dono bahte hue mere room me aye mom mere paas so gayi aur ali bath room chala gaya , dad ne dekha ki mom mere pass soe hai to wo chale gaye.Ali ne ek dim muze samza ya ki yaar agar mom ko sex nahi milta hai dad se to wo mentaly pagal ho jayegi , tab mai dar gaya , fir ek din mai hall me tv dekh raha tha dad so gaye the ali bhi aya late tab mom ayi mai tha samne to wo baat nahi kar paye to. “There ya go, sir. It’s a pleasure to meetcha, Mr. Anderson.”“The pleasure’s mine Bart.” Anderson carefully and discretely examined the glass, determining that, while it barely passed a cleanliness test, His need trumped any squeamishness on his part. He chuckled at the memory of some of the liquids that he had been forced to drink over the past six years. A little dirt surely wouldn’t kill him now. Pouring a healthy shot into the glass, he took a sip. The pleasure of drinking an excellent. (Fiction) Back in the 50’s, boys could go into the monastery at 13 doing their high school and begin studies for being a monk. During those 4 years I couldn’t keep my hormones in check Masturbation was almost daily, fanaticizing about all the sexual things I had not yet experienced. After high school my raging hormones won and I left the monastery. My parents were disappointed because they wanted to brag about their son being a monk. The church youth organization was having a dance. I thought I.