Stanton closed the study door. As he returned to the center of the room he suddenly found Miss Martin had made a very unusual move. She had come from ...ehind the desk, from where she always observed the canings, and was now more or less where the three girls had stood before bending over, standing with eyes downcast.Dr. Stanton, who had come to wonder about Miss Martin's distinctive attitude towards his disciplinary practices, had an immediately instinctive sense of what was about to happen, but. Who on earth could it be?She pulled a frilly negligee on and, naked underneath the semi-transparent garment, went to answer the door. She had not dressed so provocatively for any devious reasons. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.But it was the television repairman.Marion had forgotten that he had been called. When she opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she was. At last! I wondered how long I would have to do this.Allison touched her forehead and moved closer to the mirror. She figured out the reflected lettering and screamed.The bedroom door passed through my body. Her mom came in closely followed by her dad."What is it?" Mom asked.Allison sniveled. "Someone ... someone..." She pointed at her forehead."Someone was in here?" Dad said. He looked around."My light kept going on." I'll look around," Dad announced. He was doing his fatherly but more so his. The unmistakable recognition of shared passion passes between us, palpable and magnetic. Our mouths meet as if they are made to be together. Our tongues dance. Our hands explore. Your low groan as my hands grab your ass is so incredibly enticing. Every nerve ending is alive. ‘We can’t do this,’ you say, pulling away slightly. You sound as if your head is trying to convince your heart – and not succeeding. ‘I know. But please, don’t wake me up just yet,’ I plead. ‘Let me dream for just 30.