I thought about junior college, but that is up in the air."Maria, it's not too late. I thought that from what I saw in you that you could do well in c...llege. There is also another thing I saw." What was that?" It was when you were wearing a short skirt that I saw that you weren't wearing panties." Oh, Mr. Frazier," she blushed a deep shade of red, "I don't know what to say." Well, let me say that I saw your lack of panties more than once, so I don't think it was an accident. Can I ask you why. After all your preparations, maybe I didn’t like the scenario you had built. Maybe you had botched your attempt to guess at a fantasy I would enjoy. You had opened yourself for me, exposed yourself in front of my face. Was I disgusted? Could you have failed to lure me into your snare? Had you just set yourself up for a naked humiliation? In one motion, you slap your thighs together and look under the table. You catch my eyes snatching away from between your legs and my hand gripping my own. Sergeant Mahdi inspected her like he would a cow at market, but she was sure no cow felt as degraded as she had felt."We'll take this one with us," Sergeant Mahdi had said with a leering smile that terrified Jamil. "We'll take more time with this one, and maybe we'll learn something worthwhile. Maybe the Lieutenant would like to help," he said thoughtfully. "Yes. That might help with another problem."His men had laughed dutifully, and Jamil had been taken from her home. She had glanced over her. I accept I may be given tedious jobs and I agree that when I fuck up, I should be corrected. It’s neither my choice to pick and choose what jobs I’ll be given, how I should go about doing those jobs, or when the task is complete, much less how I’m to be corrected if I screw up. I trust Master to not set me up to fail. My definition of failure is not immediately doing what Master wants, when he wants it or how he wants it done. I’ve learned that when I do screw up, correction helps me..