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Sissy School Chapter 10 - C.O.W.S.

Published: May 21st 2023, 3:45:34 pm

“It’s not fair,” Bryan  said through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he should go unpunished.”

Despite being caught out of bed after hours in a Sitter’s restroom, Graco had gotten off scot-free, much to Finch’s chagrin. Apparently, Graco made a call to his parents. Even at 37 years of age they still provide for him (probably why he’s at a school for dependent sissies and AB’s), so a sizable donation to the School was able to make all his infractions go away.

“You must not be familiar with how the rich are treated in the U.S.” Henry scoffed, “They’re never held accountable for their actions.”

Bryan turned to Larry, who nodded in affirmation. With Bryan being an exchange student, he wasn’t exactly familiar with all the customs here.

“But don’t worry…” Henry continued, “I think Graco will get what’s coming to him soon.”

“Watta you mean?” Larry asked, turning his spoon through the bowl of mushy carrots on the tray of his high chair. His mouth was dry from recalling the events of the previous night, he took a swig from the nipple of his bottle and grimaced. Larry still hadn’t gotten used to the taste of cum. Bryan, however, seemed to relish the taste, adding it to anything and everything. As if to prove his point, Bryan grabbed the white “gravy” boat and poured the thick, gooey liquid over his mashed potatoes.

Henry nodded over to the Sluttykins table where Graco was sitting, laughing and chortling with his cronies, high-fiving them and applauding their own garish schemes.

“I slipped a little something into Graco’s drink this morning.” Henry said with a rare, mischievous grin.

Larry watched with vengeful amusement as Graco took a long pull of his sippy cup. Sluttykins may not have to wear cages or diapers, but the first-years were still infantilized.  Graco smacked his lips slightly. After locking eyes with the Whoridors across the Great Hall, he started miming Larry’s sissygasm spasms. Making his eyes roll back and miming a very exaggerated look of pure bliss.

“What’d you put in there?” Larry asked Henry, his face flushed in a mixture of anger and intrigue.

“Just a little castor oil,” Henry gleamed, “and quite a bit of laxatives.”

******

“Keep it clenched!” Professor Gape called. “Squeeze the sphincter, kegel and grip it!”

Henry made it down the line marked along the floor and to the other side with ease. His high heels clanking the stone tile without so much as a minor hiccup. As he crossed the finish line, Henry smiled triumphantly, removing the dildo that had been tucked inside his butt the whole time. Larry, Bryan, and the other Whoridors clapped dotingly.

“Well done, Frasier.” Professor Gape said, it was rare for him to give out praise in his Analology class, especially to Whoridors, “I would expect someone as uptight as you to be used to having a stick up their butt, so it’s good to know you can handle other things up there too. But your form was absolutely abysmal…” Gape tutted over the sound of Sluttykins laughter, walking off with his nose high in the air.

Henry looked to be on the verge of tears, shrinking in shame and concerned he did something wrong. He didn’t, though. His form was perfect, and he probably could have made it across the classroom with an even bigger dildo and a book balancing atop his head. Still, Henry probably would be up all night kicking himself over Gape’s rude and overly harsh comments.

“Your turn Parker.” The Professor spat. Sniveling out his name like it left a sour taste in his mouth.

Larry gulped. He fumbled through his diaper bag, trying to find the appropriate dildo to use amidst the vast array that rolled around inside. Too big and he’d be unable to walk with it in, too small, and it could easily slip out. He settled on a rather girthy 6-incher. It was more lifelike than some of his others, so the fleshy feel would hopefully be easier to hold onto. It was also one of the few that didn’t have balls attached, which he worried would weigh it down.

“We’re waiting…” Gape sighed, tapping his foot impatiently while the other students sniggered.

Larry bustled with the lube, trying to determine an appropriate amount to use. Too little would be painful, but too much would make it slide out easily. He settled on a moderate amount, frantically smearing it along the shaft and reaching around him to squeeze it between his cheeks. As much as he despised Analology class, at least he got the freedom of not having to wear a diaper for an hour.

He gave a slight intake of breath as he worked the dildo inside of him, his hole still a bit sore from the day before. It was awkward having the entire class staring at him while he did so, he avoided their gazes and screwed his face up in concentration.

Once it was buried up to the base, Larry had to clench to keep his rectum from shoving the invader right out again. He felt full, like the dildo was occupying every square millimeter of his insides. He awkwardly made his way over to the starting line, legs already trembling. The class seemed to take more interest in him than they did the others. It always felt like that. The stupid mark on his forehead made everyone hold him to a higher standard, no matter how many times he let them down.

“Get on with it, Parker!” Gape goaded, “we don’t have all day for the ‘Fairy’ to take his turn!”

Larry rolled his eyes at that, but Gape didn’t seem to notice or care. Sighing, Larry took one shaky step forward, and the dildo immediately slid out and onto the floor as soon as his legs separated.

“10 points from Whoridor!” Gape called over the raucous laughter.

Defeated, Larry scooped up his dildo and went to join the rest of his classmates.

“Again.” Gape said.

Larry stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“I said ‘again.’” Gape repeated. Then, realizing Larry was still befuddled, he used his patronizing tone, “Do it again.”

“But you didn’t make the others do it more than once!” Larry argued. He felt weird having to back-talk someone who was at least 10 years his junior.

“The others haven’t been branded as the ‘Chosen One’!” Gape snapped.

Larry flushed with anger. He hated the extra pressure, trials, and tribulations pressed on him just because of some bullshit ‘prophecy’. Who believed in that kind of crap anyway?

There was no use in arguing anymore, it would probably only make him lose more points and then all of his Whoridor classmates would be furious with him too.

He sighed reluctantly and pressed the dildo back inside. It went in easier this time, which also meant it slipped out that much easier once he took a few steps.

“What’s the matter, dick head?” Graco jeered, “Too loosey goosey? What were you doing last night??” He smacked his cronies Bert and Gurney to get them to join in on the laughter, since they were too stupid to understand the joke otherwise. Soon the entire class with the exception of the Whoridors were laughing at Larry’s shame. Then Graco stopped. His face contorted into sudden discomfort. He clutched his abdomen tightly, groaning, like something was trying to escape the confines of his intestines.

“Professor!” he cried, “Can I be excused to the restroom please?”

It was not a common question to be asked in a room full of first-years accustomed to wearing diapers all the time. But Sluttykins had that luxury.

“Off you go,” Gape said, waving him away nonchalantly. Graco scurried out of the room, his skirt swishing in the wind, clutching his belly and his butt at the same time.

Larry, Henry, and Bryan all exchanged smirks.

“As you were!” Professor Gape said, clapping twice to settle the class and resume the activity.

Larry was beaming now. His confidence renewed after watching his school rival practically shit himself. He shoved the dildo back up his butt, kept a tight kegel clench, and proudly strode across the pathway to the finish line without dropping it. The crowd of Whoridors, and even some Mufflefluffs and Maidenlaws, cheered and clapped loudly. Larry wished he could bottle up the look on Professor Gape’s vexed face and store it in his memory forever.

******

While Larry and the other students ran the treadmill in Feminine Physique class, Graco spent most of the time running back and forth to the bathroom to blow his guts out. Professor Michaels was so annoyed that she told one of the Bouncers to take him to a Sitter.

Everyone laughed as Graco was hauled off, kicking and screaming, out of the gym by a very large black man.

He returned shortly after, tugging his skirt down in an attempt to hide the new item he was wearing. His gait was wider and he was waddling, even over the sounds of the treadmills, everyone could hear that he had a diaper on.

“How’s the Huggies, Balfour??” Larry hollered at him.

“Fuck you, Parker!” Graco spat. But his face revealed just how humiliated he was. This was turning out to be one of the best days Larry had had since coming to the school. It couldn’t get any better.

Or so he thought.

Because just a few seconds later, Graco was scrunching up his face, keeling over in pain, before finally dropping down into a squat and blowing a very loud, violent load into his diaper. His green, disgusted face as he felt the warmth and filth spread is something Larry would never forget.

******

After their classes, Larry, Bryan and Hermione made their way out to the courtyard. It was, admittedly, a beautiful day. Despite the events of the previous day, or even the few weeks since they arrived at school, Larry found himself finally settling in. He attributed that to the help of his new-found friends.

“If you constantly act like you’re miserable all the time, It’s only going to make it worse.” Bryan always told him.

“Easy for you to say, you want to be here.” Larry countered.

“Yes, but even in a bad situation, you have to focus on the positives!”

“Positives? Like what?” Larry asked hotly. “I wear a stupid diaper all the time, some uncomfortable, humiliating dress, and I haven’t gotten to cum in a normal fashion in almost a month!”

Without missing a beat, Bryan dismantled every point Larry tried to make. “You don’t have to run back and forth to the restroom when breakfast doesn’t sit well with you. You get a beautiful girl to clean and literally pamper you. Yes, dresses can be itchy, but you honestly look amazing in them, and you really didn’t need to cum so much anyway. Hell, you were jacking off to the sound of a man fucking your wife for crying out loud.”

Larry opened his mouth to argue but found nothing to say, and Bryan still wasn’t done.

“Look, you get three square meals a day and you don’t have to work for it. Well…at least not in the normal sense. You may not like the taste, but you’ll get used to it. And do you really want to go back to living in a cupboard under the stairs with your bitchy wife and her villainous daughter?!” He didn’t wait for an answer. “No! So stop complaining, pick your tits up, and try to enjoy yourself.”

He was right. Larry loathed to admit it, but he was.

“Fine,” he sighed, rubbing his burning legs, “I could still do without the waxing though…”

“Beauty is pain, and pain is beauty.” Henry said without glancing up from the book of erotic fiction he was reading.

“Forgot you were even here.” Bryan chuckled, fixing his skirt and leaning back against a tree, running his hands through the grass. He squinted across the way, which was weird considering they were in the shade. Larry turned to see a Sitter with bright red hair striding over to them from across the lawn.

Bryan and Larry’s brows furrowed, even Henry decided to take his eyes off the book for a second.

“Hi…” Ariel said a bit awkwardly as she approached them. “Do any of you…need a diaper change?”

Bryan’s face flushed, not in embarrassment but anger. “What are you doing here?”

It was unorthodox to speak to a Sitter like that. Such a thing would usually get you dragged out and abused by a Bouncer in no time, but Bryan didn’t seem to care, and neither did Ariel.

“I was just…hoping to speak to Fairy—err, Larry for a sec…” she said. It was weird to see a Sitter so uncomfortable when they usually just exude confidence.

“Want to lead him into another trap again?” Henry seethed, not quite the same level of anger as Bryan, but close.

Ariel blushed, staring at the ground.

Larry was skeptical, but put a painted hand on Bryan’s arm to calm him down. “It’s fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

With a fair amount of crinkling from his dress and diaper, Larry clambered onto his feet and the two of them walked out of earshot.

Even though he was still harboring a grudge towards her, Larry was captivated by Ariel’s beauty. The way the sun reflected off her hair and complexion made her look like she was glowing.

“I just wanted to say I’m… really sorry about last night,” Ariel intoned, avoiding eye contact and examining the birds and trees instead.

Larry didn’t know what to say, just kept waddling awkwardly next to her. “Yea I…it was–”

“I didn’t expect them to do that!” she practically shouted, stopping to look at him. There was a glimmer of tears in her eyes. “They told me they would pay for my sister’s tuition, that all I had to do was lead you to the restroom, I didn’t think they’d…”

She couldn’t get the rest out because her voice was cracking, but Larry understood. “It’s okay.” He said, even though he wasn’t sure he meant it. If he hadn’t had such high expectations and fantasies about the possibility of him and Ariel doing something sexual, it might not have been so disheartening.

“But I can make it up to you!” she perked up, “I promise!”

“Oh yea?” Larry asked, sounding more douchey than he meant to. “How?”

******

The sconces on the walls buzzed as they descended the stone steps. Larry didn’t know how he missed the ornate door at the corner of the Great Hall, but it didn’t matter, because only Sitters and Professors seemed to have access to it. Ariel led him down the stairs into the damp cellar. But it wasn’t cold, like other cellars tended to be. At least the ones he read about. It was surprisingly warm and toasty. He reasoned it must be beneath the kitchens where the ‘food’ was prepared for all the sissies in attendance.  A small part of him was worried this was just another trap. A ruse to get him jumped by another group of Sluttykins, or maybe even all four Houses all at once.

Through the darkness Larry could see the outlines of light peeking through a door at the end of the room. Ariel took him by the hand and led him toward it. Her hand was so smooth and cool, it felt great in his own. A little shot of electricity coursed through his veins.

She stopped just in front of it, turning around to face him. “Diaper down.” she said.

Whatever hesitation he had before was immediately forgotten as soon as she uttered those words. Was it because he was that desperate? Or because she was being dominant?

She fished for the chain dangling around her neck, pulling up the infamous master key.

“What are you doing?” Larry asked, trying to sound sexy but instead it came out as a desperate, pitchy squeak.

“I’m going to make sure you cum.” she said, “A lot.”

Ariel expertly slipped the key into the lock of his chastity device. Even in the darkness she made it look easy. Larry could already feel his breath quickening, his body was shaking, and he almost came right there just from her sliding the cage off his cock. The air felt amazing on the head of his penis. Sure, it got a tiny bit of freedom during particularly nasty diaper changes that required excess cleanings, but this was different. He was gonna cum. He was going to get to cum!

“Take off your dress.” She whispered. There was a sense of urgency about her, like we were doing something we weren’t supposed to. This girl was in her early twenties, and Larry somehow was able to whoo her over, even in his mid-thirties. Well, maybe ‘whoo’ isn’t the word, he didn’t exactly do anything special, other than maybe make a lot of ‘whoo’ like noises the night before…

He quickly pulled his dress over his head, ruffling up his hair in the process, but he didn’t care. He was butt naked now, he felt so free, but he couldn’t help but notice Ariel still had all of her clothes on. She took him by the hand again. “Come on!” she said, opening the door and pulling him through.

The light stung his eyes. It was vastly different than the room before. What was once a dark empty cellar, was now a bright area covered in lights and…hay? Giant wooden beams lead from the floor to ceiling, with rows and rows of stalls like it was some kind of barn. It reminded Larry of the time he went to the Livestock Show and saw all the pigs, cows, bulls, sheep, and everything else in tiny little cells. But instead of animals, this place had…humans. Sissies to be exact. Larry noticed the tell-tale signs in their physique, a mixture between a masculine physique, and the baby smooth skin that is expected of everyone in the building. All of them were on their hands and knees, facing away from Larry. There must have been dozens of them, Larry lost count as he and Ariel moved through the aisle. The weirdest part wasn’t the weird, barnyard aesthetic, it was the various contraptions and machines they were attached to. All of them were hooked up to a–

“What are you doing here?” A plump woman wearing flannel and jeans asked. She was chewing on a haystalk and marking on a clipboard, giving them a very angry, inquisitive look.

“Got you another cow.” Ariel said, smacking Larry’s butt to usher him forward.

The lady looked him up and down, circling him like he was a mare up for auction. She smacked his butt as well, but this time with a riding crop, making Larry yelp.

“What’s he in for?” she asked Ariel.

“Good behavior.”

The lady scoffed at that. “Can’t none of ‘em act right.” She said, “Might as well send ‘em packin’ I always say. But I do have a quota…” She rubbed the leather of the riding crop over his body, stopping in front of him, placing the stick under his balls and lifting them upwards. “...and these are quite full!”

Ariel smiled, Larry just stood there uncomfortably at the bizarre situation.

“Did he take the pills?”

“3 hours ago.”

“Should be kicking in soon.” The lady considered, rubbing her chin and chewing on her hay stalk.  Finally she sniffed loudly, hocked a loogie, and spat it to the side, nodding. “I think I can get quite a bit of volume out of this one. Put him in stall 57.”

******

The hay dug into Larry’s hands and knees as he knelt in all fours in the cramped stall. It was so narrow he could hardly turn around.  A black screen hung in the grate directly in front of him, sitting on top of a multitude of buttons, gadgets, and gizmos, but all Larry could see was the big rubber dick staring him straight in the face.

“Hold still.” Ariel said, pushing a button on the machine. Immediately, four claw-like arms extended from the sides of the stall. They clamped onto his wrists and thighs with perfect precision, as if guided by a laser or something, firmly holding him in place. Finally, another claw came up from the floor, pushing the hay aside as it climbed and cinched around his neck. That’s when the panic started to set in.

Ariel moved around behind him. He tried to follow her with his eyes but it was difficult to turn with the claws holding him in place.  He felt her fingers wrap around the shaft of his penis. Only two fingers, but still, it felt good. Was this just some elaborate method just for her to give him a handjob? They weren’t his favorite, but he’d take whatever he could get at this point.

Instead, Ariel took a snake-like device off the wall. It had a long tube at the end, which she aimed the head of his penis into. It felt like the inside of a fleshlight, with a smooth, warm sleeve that formed perfectly around his pecker. Ariel clicked something on the side of it and a tiny bit of suction coursed through, keeping the tube from falling to the ground, instead making it hold and dangle from his bits. She attached similar devices to each of his nipples. He really did feel like a Cow in a milk farm.

“Comfy?” She asked. Checking the restraints and making sure everything was secure. Larry nodded. Despite the bizarre situation, he was catching on to the process.

Ariel smiled, standing up and gently closing the door of the stall. Larry suddenly felt something poking between his cheeks. It couldn’t have been Ariel, so it had to be something attached to the door.

A dildo. Larry thought. Of course.

“Are you ready?” She asked, standing over the railing.

Larry was quivering like a scared animal, but the prospect of cumming made him nod in approval.

Ariel smiled. “Okay, I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning. Have fun!” With that, she pressed a big green button on the control panel, making all the machines spring into life. But he was quickly distracted by the screen flickering to life in front of him.

“Hello sissy,” A black man’s face said with a big white smile. “This is the Cum Operating Withdrawal System. We are going to extract as much as possible from you to help feed you and your fellow classmates. Try to enjoy yourself, the more you relax, the better the experience will be, and the more we can extract to make you meet your quota. Do not take your eyes off the screen, it is designed to promote the highest level of stimulation to keep your juices flowing. The oral and anal invaders are there to both keep you still, horny, and ensure your prostate is properly milked. So, without further ado, let’s get to it.”

The camera panned down the man’s body, over his rippled abs, until it finally stopped on his big, juicy black dick. The camera seemed to zoom in to the giant monster, and at the same time the rubber cock in the stall moved closer to Larry’s mouth. Larry tried to turn, but another set of poles extended from the walls and wrapped two U shaped bands around the top of his head, holding it so that the only place the dick could go was in his mouth. It continued pressing inward until Larry was sure it was going to go all the way down his esophagus to his stomach. Just as Larry was choking and sputtering, the machine stopped, pulled the dick out to his lips, and then slowly pushed it in again, fucking his mouth and throat while the man on screen mimicked the same movements. The images swirled in a wavy pattern, with videos of other blowjobs in the corners. Women getting fucked and pounded faded in and out of the screen, until Larry noticed their tiny caged dicks flapping with each thrust.

Larry jumped as much as he could when he felt a squirt of thick liquid from behind him.  It landed right between his crack, slowly working its way down. He braced himself for what was coming. Sure enough, he felt the head of the dildo slowly pressing against his hole. It inched forward until he felt it enter him. He was thankful for the lube, as it slid in relatively easily. Again, he was worried it would push too far, filling him up to the brim, but just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, it stopped and retreated, pulling all the way out to the edge of his hole, then back in with a slow, rhythmic thrust.

The one in his mouth and the one his ass seemed to work in an alternating pattern. As one went out, the other went in, right as a sissy was getting spitroasted and impaled by two giant black men on screen.

Finally, the machine around his cock sprang into action. He’d almost forgotten it was there. The suction on the tube of his penis increased significantly. But it wasn’t like a vacuum cleaner, it did it rhythmically. Like something (or someone) was sucking him off. God it felt good. The tubes on his nipples were more painful, but all the stimulation coming from everywhere was amazing, almost too much to handle.

The fucking machines in his ass and mouth sped up as the images on the screen flickered faster. Larry was mesmerized. Caught in this perfect mixture of pleasure and pain and being used like a little fucktoy. He kind of liked it. Really liked it actually. Maybe it was just because he was so horny, but he hadn’t felt this amazing in a long time. In just a few seconds, the thing around his cock was bringing him to a massive orgasm. Weeks of buildup ready to be released…if you don’t count last night. The sucking sensation increased in rhythm, as if sensing he was close. Larry rocked as much as he could in the restraints, trying to fuck it, but the machine did most of the work. If there wasn’t a dick pounding his throat, Larry would have screamed in ecstasy. The dildo in his ass seemed to curl and press against his prostate, hitting the spot perfectly. Larry’s legs quaked as he felt himself explode inside the tube. The machines slowed their rhythm a bit as it allowed him to empty his balls, slowly coaxing out as much as it could. Larry watched as the machine pulled what had to be the biggest load he ever produced through the clear tubing. It wound its way around him until it dripped into a clear bottle in the upper corner of the pen. It coated the bottom of the glass, his goo rising in the container until it reached just below the first marking line.

Larry breathed heavily, waiting for the machines to stop so he could enjoy his post-orgasm high. But it didn’t. It kept going. The suction on his dick seemed to actually increase. Or maybe it just felt that way because his cock was so sensitive. It quickly became very uncomfortable, like the machine was going to pull his dick off his body at any second. He wriggled in the pen, tried to scream but the dildo muffled his squeals. The restraints held him firm no matter how much he shook, the other dildo still pounding him relentlessly from behind. The images on screen quickly became much more depraved, or perhaps that was just the clarity hitting him. He felt sorry for the sissies getting their faces fucked until their mascara ran down their cheeks. A warmth filled his insides. The dildo must have injected another squirt of lube into him. He was thankful for that, but not for the one that shot a load into his mouth. It had a tangy, bitter taste to it, but it wasn’t cum. He hated that he was able to tell the difference. It did stop his cheeks from burning though, like some sort of lubricating coolant.

He groaned as the machines continued to suck and fuck him. He’d lost all shred of horniness, but they didn’t seem to care, just continued their relentless onslaught. Larry tried to remember what the man said at the beginning of the video, what Bryan kept telling him.

Try to enjoy yourself.

Larry tried to see the positive: he was getting to cum, and he got to do it while watching porn! Sure, it wasn’t exactly his first choice of dirty images, but it would have to do. A beautiful woman was telling him what a cocksucking whore he is, that his holes are only there for real men to use. He wished he didn’t agree, but he was starting to believe it. If anything, this school had taught him that this was his life now, and he was becoming more and more complacent with that fact by the day. He would love to serve that beautiful woman. To suck dicks for her, or whatever she wanted him to do for that matter. He would be her little sissy bitch. The best little sissy bitch. He would make her proud to own him. Her own personal fuckwhore.

His body quaked again, tensing. The machine was extracting another, more stubborn, load. Larry’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he thought about how many men he would please just to get a chance with such a beautiful woman. His hips bucked backward against the dildo as it curled in on his prostate again. It felt sooo good…until it didn’t, and he watched as another load wormed its way through the tube and into the container. It was still a significantly large deposit. Those pills Ariel had fed him must have increased his production. The bottle still had a long way to go until it was full though, and Larry had a feeling he wasn’t going to be let out of this pen until it was all the way up to the brim.

******

“Did you have fun?” Bryan asked.

Larry rubbed his sore bottom beneath his diaper, his jaw still ached, his nipples were chafed, and his dick felt raw, back inside its cage again.

“I did for the first few hours. But it got pretty uncomfortable after a while. But at least my balls feel better and I got plenty of relief.”

“You’re looking on the bright side,” Bryan smiled around his cummy pudding, giving him an affectionate punch to his arm. Larry wondered if it was his own jizz that made it into Bryan’s breakfast this morning.

“Ramsdale requests!” A poofy sissy hollered as she moved through the rows of tables. She was carrying a large satchel, passing out red envelopes to mostly 2nd and 3rd years. Some seemed eager to get one, others were terrified when the letter was pressed into their painted fingers. Those who didn’t get one seemed disappointed, like they were missing out on something.

“What’s Ramsdale?” Larry asked.

“The correctional facility down the road.” Henry answered, trying his best not to patronize Larry’s ignorance. “Sissies get summoned to…entertain…the inmates.” Noticing Larry’s large gulp of anxiety, he clarified “It’s mostly just for 3rd years as a sort of ‘learning abroad’ program, though many see it akin to getting a jury summons. Not bad, just…inconvenient.”

“I can’t wait to get mine!” Bryan intoned, always excited to experience as much of the sissy life as possible. “I wish I didn’t have to wait so long.”

Larry was just about to say how relieved he was when he heard a ruffling behind him.

“Larry Parker?” The mail maid asked.

“Uh…yea?”

She plopped a big red envelope down onto his plate.

“You’ve been summoned.”

To Be Continued