You do your assignments and turn them in before you go out. I get to meet your prospective date before you get serious. No drugs, drinking, or parties...on school nights, and no fighting unless you're forced into it. You dress and act appropriately for where ever you do go out. I know this sounds old-fashioned, but I have seen too much of what can happen to girls who don't follow these rules; and it's not pretty."Shannon and Linda looked at me as if they were expecting me to continue. I didn't. She had begun to sweat, then to cry very quietly. She had known tugging at the hook would only tire her out but she had tugged harder and harder again and again. Shifting her weight from foot to foot she had tried to ease the pain growing harsher and sharper in her shoulders. Her tears had turned to sobs. Her confidence, her silly innocent misjudgment of the boy she had ridiculed, had turned to a cold fear. He had to come back, she told herself.She must have passed out. The room had. A german family had already arrived. Mother in late 40s, Dady 50 and their daughter around 20 with her boyfriend same age.I lay down on my towel about 10 meters away. I was watching the germans having a nice time.Around mid day, the daughter finaly raised up to take a bath. She was astonishing beautiful. Big natural breasts, firm and a clean shaven pussy. But what was realy hot was the piercings hanging out of her pussy. A couple of rings thru her pussylips and clit.Her boyfriend was a rocker. The work week from hell started with us introducing a shy, sad looking boy in our group of five-to-six year olds. Since five and six year old children are naturally curious and full of questions about everything, the shy little boy was absolutely swimming in questions about where he was from, where he lived, if he had any brothers or sisters, if he had a dog or a cat, if he had any computer games and so on… and on… and on. I was working the lunch-afternoon-evening shift and hadn’t been there.