One of these games that we played was a sort of pass the plate. What happened was we all had to line up into four rows of ten and pair off into boy/girl couples. The girl then put her hands in the boys trouser pockets and then had to grip a plastic plate as it was handed down the line. The first team that got the plate to the end of the row won! After that other objects such as cups, saucers etc were used. I must have juddered from her touch a bit as she told me to stand still as the first object, a plastic plate came into our reach. After trying to grab onto to it, the race ended as another team had won.
Then, he started having problems paying his share of the rent. In fact, entire months would pass with me being the only one paying rent and he would give excuses that his employer wasn’t paying him on time. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, but I let him know that it was an unfair burden on me to have to cover 100% of the rent, even though he was working. He also began letting his friends come and stay at our place, often for weeks at a time and they weren’t paying rent either. More than once, I had to tell him to have his friend move out, if they wouldn’t help with rent or other bills. His friends were typically people who had been kicked-out of their own apartment for not paying rent there either.
I had strong suspicions that he was stealing money out of my wallet, usually about $5 or $10 at a time. I had a job where I made good tips and often had cash in my wallet. I noticed that money wouldn’t “go missing” from my wallet if I put it away in my bedroom, instead of leaving it in the living room, so my suspicions were somewhat confirmed. One day, he called me in a panic. He had a family emergency and needed to catch a flight to California because his sister (who I had known from the day she was born) was in a hospital on life support. I loaned him the money for a plane ticket and he flew out that night.
I went through his room and found a flight itinerary. He hadn’t gone to California to see his sister, he had gone to Disney World in Florida with his girlfriend, with a stop in California to attend a Star Trek convention afterward. The departure date/time matched exactly the night he had flown-out. I also knew the scheduled date of his return. Needless to say, I felt betrayed. I had loved him like a brother and his sisters like my own. For him to lie to me just for a trip with his girlfriend was the ultimate slap in the face, especially since he still owed me for several months of rent.
I called his boss to ask when he was expected to return. To my shock, I was informed that he was no longer employed there and hadn’t been for months. This explained his not paying rent and why he would steal money from me. I then called his girlfriend’s parents to find out what they knew. They told me that the trip to Disney World had been planned for months, so it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision on his part. They had paid for his plane ticket and the hotel room, so the money I had given him was just for spending money.
For the next twenty or so minutes as various races where made, Miss ##### continually prodded her thumbs into my testicles (obviously on purpose), sometimes even slyly gently stroking them. An hour later when all the games had finished and the disco had started, I spent the whole night getting grilled by all the boys who’d seen Miss put her hands into my pockets and jealously wanted to know all the gory details despite me thinking that no one had seen anything.