Marco wasbreathing heavily, and seemed on the edge of violence."You know something. You asked me, but you know something," he said. Thegrowl of his ne... voice was somehow as sexy as it was terrifying. "Tellme what's going on. I don't look like this. This isn't me."The sobs had stopped, but fresh tears were still streaming down mycheeks. I held my stare, hoping my defiance would be more noticeablethan the fear. But angry or not, defiant or not, now was the time todefuse the situation, not make it. I didn't even know her first name and I had no idea what to say to her or how to say it. It would seem silly to talk about the weather or something and even though we'd been really intimate, asking personal questions struck me as almost embarrassing. At least for me and probably for her too. I didn't understand it at all and I thought maybe it was just that I was a student, you know? I mean, I'd spent eight years listening to my teachers, obeying their rules and regarding them as things,. Don't get me wrong, I would love to lay with you, and find out just how good you are, but I can wait." Good, I thought, that should work.I was wrong."How good I am? You can wait? Who do you think you are? God's gift to women?" She was yelling now, and despite how secluded this corner was, people were starting to look. "Just because you've got a monster cock, and know how to use it, doesn't mean that every woman is just going to come crawling to you!"I had no idea what had just happened, but she. Lizzie awoke one morning in stark terror. She screamed aloud, and Miss Penry burst through the door seconds later. “What is it, Miss Elizabeth? What’s the matter?” Her voice was filled with concern. “M-m-my..I’m bleeding to death, Ma’am,” Lizzie stammered. She lowered her head in shame. The unflappable governess instantly understood. She pulled back the bedcovers from Lizzie’s legs, and spots the crimson stain on the sheets. “From between your legs, my dear? Is that where?”Lizzie nodded slowly,.