“Oh maybe twenty or so years ago,” she replied, exaggerating her response.Truth was, Harriet was still quite happy with the image that looked back...at her when she passed a mirror. If asked to give a quick description of the woman in the reflection, the phrase that she looked good for her age was the first thing that came to mine. Harriet Lowell would never fall into that category of women who looked ten or twenty years younger than the calendar said they were, but that had never been her. I looked at his cold grey eyes but there was no expression inthem. I slipped off my jacket and fumbled with my shirt and tie, becoming increasinglyhamfisted in my attempts to be quick and self-controlled. I tried to put myclothes neatly on the floor but he barked, ?Don't waste my time, cunt, getnaked and kick those clothes in the corner.? I undid my trousers and in haste,pulled them and my underpants down my legs, trying to slip my shoes and socksoff at the same time. Needless to say, I got. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked as I spread it over her slim shoulders, unsnapped her tiny center- closing half-bra and tore it from her, leaving her jugs dancing."There. I'm sure that feels better. You will not need this. They are so beautiful; it's a shame to cover them up." I stuffed the little bra in my pocket; I had a girl who would look very good in it, a very young one, a private student pupil of mine, one who really squealed when I boned her and was so young that she could only take. Any issues that came up at work I had a solution to it. My captain noticed this and always gave me outstanding evaluations. I was employee of the month 4 times in a year and got a parking space next to the warden with a sign that read “Employee of the month parking only”. This led me to get promoted to sergeant in 2 short years. I was 21 and already ranked higher than officer who had been there 6 or 7 years. One day I got called into my captain’s office and he said he had some good news for me..