" Her voice was almost a whisper as she added, "Most men are sort of rough." She looked up at him when he said her name."Janet, will you promise me yo... won't stimulate yourself or masturbate for the next five days?"Her quickly indrawn breath told him she knew exactly what he was asking. He did not want her touching herself until they were together Wednesday night.Janet nodded slowly, "Are you ... will you... ?" If it's what you want, I will also refrain. In fact, I'm looking forward to being. He started to walk to his son's room but saw Barry standing there, the knife gleaming even in the dim light of the car. He didn't wait to ask questions. Act first, ask the questions later, he figured. He raced up behind Barry.As he raced, his leg moved back in a perfect arc. Then it shot forward.Once again, Barry had the sensation of being impacted by a freight train. Only this time, it was in the area he valued most in life. He felt as if a freight train had impacted his. Rows ofcrisp black lace stretched across her netted derriere and John could seea thread of black lace stitching together a well crafted opening thatwould reveal its secrets at a tug."One pair of fishnet gloves," she said as she stood and turned around.She looked flushed at the collarbone as she waggled her fingers in theirdainty mesh."Again white, and I much prefer fingers to fingerless - eh, girls?"John smiled in spite of himself."One pair of white plastic knee boots, zip fastening and. She spent the entirety of lunch mulling over her plan and how she should best go about this. She didn't speak to anyone but just lost herself in her own thoughts until the end of the period and lunch had ended. She spent the remainder of the school day, lost in her own giddy thought with anticipation and some fear about what she was planning on doing but finally she had the whole thing cooked up in her mind and was ready to put it into action.When school had ended, Clarrissa drove home, hoping.