Chapter 39: Dairy of Desire Just Ahead

[ENDURANCE]

As of yet I haven’t completely finished the over long and reader brutalizing “The Dairy Of Desire” story but if you want and you’re a survivor ;-) it explains a lot of stuff threading through all the other stories.

I just want to remind the reader how this and the other stories here are all true except for the sex. I know that takes a lot out of the winds of aspiration but ... well, let’s breath heavier anyway, the sex will go on and I actually did remain a virgin until well into my 20’s. And by golly it was worth it!

Better defined “Endurance” comes in many forms. Let me explain while I remain overly goofy for a few moments.

There’s endurance like keeping one of these erection trying to satisfy the demands of sex starved supernatural deity nymphs, or...

... ejaculating way enduring, frightening, not ceasing to surge out of your penis while surrounded with demanding sex starved deity nymphs (and I already mentioned them).

There’s enduring hopeless conflict...

... and there’s enduring great pain.

There’s the enduring embarrassment of being jacked off in front of strangers...

... and there’s having to endure a monkey playing banjo music while a naked nymph is compelling you to have sex with her.

There’s real pain enduring a rigged boxing match being injected with performance drugs...

... or being a washed up nymph boxer with no fan base.

And finally if you can understand my writing like...

... this, you could probably sustain the train ride to Moscow in a closed compartment with a person suffering bad diarrhea asking for sex amidst the mess. And yes, my writing stinks.

So, now on with the current story given you’ve made it this far.

High school was far more fun than I thought it would be and certainly less painful then the last version, past life.

I had an identity unlike the first version of high school. Yes, I had to work just like before but I was fucking the boss’s secretary at the print shop, the apartment above the dry cleaners and several other places because she really liked dangerous risks sex and I was good with that. Strangely it seemed like we were fucking around with impunity and I also had my dad kind of buffaloed because I was not naive this time around. He sensed something different about me but how could he know anything was different. I wondered.

At school I started a little hand drawn underground lampoon on the hierarchy and student council. What bull shit they were! I was a background trouble maker. I loved it. The senior boys got sent to a “retreat”, a religious thing, at a large facility in another city. We were to be there for the weekend arriving on Friday night.