For some time, I did so only to listen to the customary ‘no longer in service’ message but now, the number has been reassigned to an unfortunate s...omeone who has to endure my periodic calls: ‘Is Alison there?’ ‘No, Sorry. You must have the wrong number.’ Letters return to sender, e-mails never receive reply. I stand in front of her house, accepting that she is no longer there but taking some comfort in knowing she once was. People who knew her tell me to let go, but I cannot. There is a promise. I thought the girls were watching a movie in the other room but it just so happen that Mary had decided to see what I was doing. I was watching a compilation of cum shots, and Mary and Anna were looking over my shoulder for I don't know how long. I heard some breathing behind me. "What the hell are you two doing?" I said. "Wow, is that how those things really work. Squirting stuff all over like that?" Anna said. "Really Jack, does your dong squirt like that? Turn that back on, we want to see. The large oak desk came up to just below her crotch."Now, bend over and grab these drawer handles."Once again, Stacy did as ordered. She was now bent over the desktop, stretched out with her hands just reaching the two drawer handles."Now," the principal continued, running his gaze appreciatively up and down her body "if you can hold that position for the next two hours, you pass. But if, for any reason, you let go of those handles... well, we'll be seeing you at summer school. Do you. I have far more than just Bianca's memories. I've inherited her drive,her persistence, her ambition. Her prodigious artistic talent. Often, Ilook back and feel astonished at how little I accomplished as Benny,realizing how much I might have achieved if I'd bothered putting in theslightest effort. Over in the Homeside, I was lazy, lethargic and self-indulgent; here, there seems to be no limit to what I can do. Perhaps,like Bianca, I've acquired a taste for success.I've been granted a fresh.