"have it your way. It's a special soldering iron, used for melting gold during certain industrial processes. So much better than heating an iron rod, ...on't you think? Nothing like technology, for facilitating our little chat. You might want to reconsider your silent approach - much less painful, not to mention damaging. This might have been completely unnecessary, had you not destroyed that notebook."The quirk of an eyebrow, was Pagan's only response, his spread-eagled confinement preventing a. "Up 'ere, please," Madamoiselle Duclos directed, making me step up on a little platform so they could see me better, taking my books from me and putting them on her desk. "Madamoiselles and Monsieurs, today, with the beautiful and able assistance of Madamoiselle Finch, we will cover more slang vocabulary."Blushing furiously, I managed to face the class, first folding my arms over my breasts, then clasping my hands in front of my pussy, hunching my arms over my breasts in a desperate effort to. It was during the March of 2013. Board finals had just started and I was seeing this girl, Shimon, since February who was a classmate at school. She was cute and pretty even with her braces but not exactly hot. We talked for hours on end, usually over the phone. I was really into her, and she was somewhat into me, I can only guess. Life was good, even with all the exam pressure.Unlike most others living as paying guests, I lived in a large apartment complex a little distant from the usual. . sort something out between us.’‘I hope you’re not offering to share my bed again.’She looked him in the face. ‘I wouldn’t mind, mister. I’m not up-tight about age.’He chuckled. ‘Neither am I, but that’s not the point. It’s not an arrangement that would ever suit me.’‘Oh!’ There was a long silence before she said, ‘I don’t have much money. I have a job, but its cash in hand. Doesn’t pay much.’‘What’s your name?’She blinked. ‘Val ... Valerie Nash.’‘Val, I don’t want any payment. It’ll be a.