Gail prepared a real breakfast and joined me at the table. We ate quietly after a quick prayer. I went into my office and listened to the radio while ...riting using my computer. I passed Wednesday morning quietly and happily. I met Gail in the kitchen for lunch.“Todd, I think I’m ready for both tests tomorrow night.”“Great.”“What would you like for lunch?”“Gail, most anything would be fine. I usually only eat one big meal at day at supper. Breakfast and lunch are just to get me to that time.. .there is something outrageously sexy about fine shaved girly legs in a short school skirt with heavy manly boots...though the OHS guy was not focusing on anything hard except his own dick and Bonnie’s pert arse as the lass literally skipped away...oh yeah he was enjoying it all...a senior college girl in one of those short pleated plaid skirts, too much thigh, too much hint of peachy buttocks, all that leg, so smooth, the adorable short white socks, the white blouse, the frickin hair in a. Yes! She is quite the looker and younger than the taverns’ whores. She is close to that son of a bitch, an excellent candidate to mess up further his unhinged mindset”.All he has to do is separate them. However, he doubted Head Guard Umber will let him cause trouble with the prisoners in the foreseeable future, due to losing so much face before them a short while ago. Hence, he will have to do it by using other prisoners as his eyes and hands for the precise time to snatch Nulivs. Afterwards,. She drags me to the bed by my hands throwing me down hard and telling me to put my hands above my head. Her belt goes between my hands and secures me to the bottom of the bed and I’m half on the bed half off, no support, no escape. She pulls my shirt over my head and blindfolds me with it, covering my entire face, and a small laugh is all I hear when I wine in complaint. A hard lash of a whip across my stomach reminds me not to wine or complain. Sometimes I wish she’d just gag me so I can.