Thornton asked, “Miss Emma, what about when we see you at college?” “Yes, Thornton. I agree that might be a problem. However, whilst we will rev...rt to calling you Mr. and you will call us by our first names, if you do anything that might be thought to be revenge on us, or our friends, then you will be dealt with much more severely at your next detention. Understood?” “Yes, Miss Emma. Definitely.” Mr. Thornton added after a moment, “Miss Emma, Miss Debra, can I add something please?” “Do,” Emma. We walked hand in hand for most of the day until we found this lovely little site. You know it was one of those small sites that only allow five units on it. We pitched our little tent and lit our stove to make coffee and then we heated some stew out of a can."It was so idyllic, thinking back, the sun low in the sky was still warm and she was with me."Did you make love that night?" he asked.Sure I did, I remembered, I fucked my wife every night since we were married."Yeah," I said.Her skin was. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to her ear. He needed to hear it; wanted to listen to the underlying fear staining her tone while she told him her secrets.Clarice hesitated, torn between her own appeal for protection and the demand for honesty implicit in his command. She knew she would tell him, but there was a reluctance to bare herself any further; he would exploit her demons for his own pleasure.“Clarice,” he warned at her pause.“I’m…...I’m nervous,” she settled on an. As I neared my house I grabbed the remote and opened the garage door, drove in and parked. I closed the door and went into the house through the kitchen and walked over to the bar and poured myself a cold glass of white wine. He had told me to leave the house dark, keep on my work clothes and wait for his arrival. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes when I saw his headlights pulling into my driveway and then heard his car door open and close. I walked to the front door in anticipation.