Remote I was sorted.I slipped it on my semi- hard and switched on, oh yes that hit the vital parts, soon I had a boner like a coppers nightstick.No ti...me to waste up with the shorts, on with me mp3 player and headphones to disguise the wiring and buzzing.Ready for some horny action...Just in time too, I heard her back door open click clack on the patio decking, I stood in the doorway to get the wonderful view of her butt as she bent over to hang the washing from the laundry basket, fuck me what. A lot of kids would call me goth or emo, but I’m not either one of those. I like dark clothing, but I’m not into leather or black eyeliner or anything like that. I cut, but I don’t go around showing it off trying to get attention. I am sixteen. My father died when I was ten. He was a Marine sniper. I don’t remember much about him because he was gone all the time, but my mom still keeps his uniform and the folded flag they gave us at the funeral. My mom and I live in a small house in an older. ”“So you acknowledge that he was deliberately picked, then. Apart from not disclosing that fact in your Program policies, why was a young man who was here in the school a grand total of a little more than three days deliberately chosen, over leaving the selection to random choice?”Taylor glanced at Richardson. “We had a meeting—that is, Miss Richardson, Mr Grey from the LEA, and Mrs Dodson, our Program coordinator. The teachers had noticed, erm ... unusual behavior on Tom Armstrong’s part. Mrs. At school, I saw Denise and walked up to her and said "Hi," and she acted like she hadn't heard me. She brushed on by me without even making eye contact. Frankie was next. She was standing with some friends, and before I could say anything at all to her she said "I gotta go," and went the other way. It wasn't until I got home from school that my sister sidled up to me and said "Don't talk to the girls at school, stupid!" Then she walked away. She spoke to me in a civil manner at supper, in.