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It was a spot-on impression of hisApril O'Neal, right down to him bobbing his hair up. "Why? You want apiece of me, big boy? I don't think you're my type."Then Casey smacked his ass loudly, uttering a ridiculous, "Mmm!"The lead boy's friends burst into laughter, one of them walked away inhysterics. Casey was laughing a little too by now. But their leaderdidn't seem to find it funny.He grabbed Casey's shoulder and shoved him against the locker.Roald didn't have gym this hour, he wouldn't be there to get him out ofthis one.The boy balled up a fist, hissing "Listen here you little...But Ricky did have this class."Everything all right there, Case?" Ricky made his voice just a littlebit louder, just a little bit more harder than usual.The boy turned. Ricky towered over the kid like the kid towered overCasey. Ricky was all but nude and his muscles bulked and gleamed. Hehad his arms crossed in front of him."Just making new friends, Rick. Same old, same old," Casey joked."Doesn't. I was worried why the teacher was not coming!. After a while i saw my teacher coming from the staff room and starting her scooter to leave. Probably she might have forgot about me , i ran to her calling “madam iam here”. She turned over and stopped the scooter . She asked me to get into the pillion seat of scooter.She rode the scooter in very high speed ,i hugged her from behind fearing that i would fall. After half an hour ride we reached a cottage , she said me to get down as it was her home. She was married and husband was working abroad . She ordered me to come upstairs taking my books.There was a small class set up at the terrace of her home . She asked me few questions from the topic that she took that day and i could not answer a single one . She was mad with anger and ordered me to stand up, my leg was shivering , i did nt knew how she will punish me, but i never expected that . She punched hard on my stomach and i sat on the floor groaning with pain. She was wearing a high.
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