I’d got worse reactions… He’d probably never had it as good as this, or even had it at all… XXX In the reflection, what I saw was a complete contrast to my friend on my right. A teacher came to calm it all down eventually, and the boys filed off to bed. His usual chatter got weaker and weaker until his limbs were giving way. At the first chance for breath he gasped:
“Take my shirt off” he was almost begging for it. How? One punch let to another and in the end I had to run out of the room. Interesting… Fright? He softly gasped, and squirmed, but little else. In and out, louder and louder, wetter and wetter.
