It was group reading time…my eyelids were made of lead…I was falling in and out of consciousness…I struggled with all my might to stay awake…darkness enveloped me. I awoke to my arm being grabbed, not harshly, but firm. As I was yanked upward up out of the reading circle, I knew that my time was nigh. My kindergarten teacher placed me at attention before the mast, or as you would, her desk. She droned on about how reading time was important and how my life would never come to fruition without the proper skills. I heard her voice, but it morphed into a repetitive, seductive coo…I saw her massive breasts yearning to be set free from her restrictive blouse, while I secretly yearned for the top few buttons to give way, releasing her pulsating fun bags for all to see….She firmly shouted my name, while asking if I had anything to say. “Tits or GTFO” was my response. Little did I know at the time, but my journey was just beginning…into the NightShift.