So here we are in pretty good shape and there's this fat old guy, smoking away, lecturing us on how to take care of our bodies.So there are about thir...ty other boys and we're all lined up in the high school gym and we're only wearing our underwear. That's probably a good idea, given that it's about 85 outside and close to 100 inside. We're all sweating away and our bodies are covered with a glistening sheen of moisture. We're doing the usual boy things like making loud jokes about each other's. During his career, Ned had encountered a few exceptional females. All of the TWA graduates would be exceptional female companions in the mundane world but, by Total Woman Academy’s rigorous standards, Ned could grade them only satisfactory for grade advancement. Angelina, on the other hand, was on the road to exceptional ratings by any standard. Room service dinner was consumed while naked by her, of course, and a towel waist wrap for Ned. Ned still needed more time to rebuild his verve. He lay. "Did your parents own their home?" Brad inquired."No," she replied. " They rented and they were always behind on their rent."A puzzled look crossed her eyes; "Can they make me pay the back rent?"Brad chuckled. "No Amy, they can not hold you responsible for the debts of your father. Come on a let's get this over with the police."The questioning by the police took only about and hour and a half. As Amy was not home when the beating of her mother took place, she could offer little information. " Not at all, I'll make up the other room," my mom said."Don't trouble yourself with that, mom, I'll just sleep on the floor. It'sgood for my back," I said, as I inadvertently cupped my tits in my hands. With that, my mom went off to bed, and Mistress and I went into the guestroom, which was next to my parents' bedroom. Mistress had laid out a whiteshelf bra, thong, garter belt, thigh highs, and lace and silk baby doll onthe bed, with the matching heels on the floor. I busied myself.