Adult Blogger: MONSTERSOFCOCK MONSTERS OF COCK was not these women then it was Henry, our landlord. Since we had lived in the same house for a long time, I had known him since I was a kid. He was a hairy man with a stocky built and balding head. I would often come home from school and find him sitting in the living room with both feet on the table, smoking cigars. I had been so used to his presence that I never questioned his purpose for being there. Yet in spite of all these years there was something about that man that made me feel uncomfortable.
Now one day I went to school and found a television van parked at the main entrance. Cameras and electronic equipment was being carried from the van into the school building. Seemed like some film was being made. Students from my class as well as other classes were sitting in the grass whereas they should have been inside their classrooms studying. When I went inside the main building I saw the commotion outside the principal's office. Mr. Stark, our principal was surrounded by reporters and cameramen, as he tried to answer questions what seemed like a barrage of 'hostile' questions from the reporters. A few minutes later, I found out that the teachers had gone on strike for not receiving the salary raise. No school today! I stepped out on the lawn and hung with the gang for a few minutes. They were all talking about how great it would be if the strike went on for a week. After an hour or so I walked back home since other kids were also leaving.
