A high school diploma would never hang from a wall of any office I occupied. It was a f*****g piece of paper. My father had finally given me the Laterza stare and I knew I'd lost the battle and here the f**k I was in the last place I wanted to be.
I couldn't even interest my d**k in a recep or princess.
The receps were the girls without the powerful last names. They lived in our world and had a place in the families if they wanted it. Many would stay through loyalty because it's what their families had always done. The receps, short for receptacles and I have no f*****g idea who came up with that term, were also here for our d***s. Willingly, of course, and most were more than willing. The holier-than-thou princesses were another story. They were off-limits. Too bad they liked d**k as mu
