I dumped the bag out – nothing. I picked up my pants and went through the pockets. I had been robbed while I slept. "It's gone – all my money is g...ne – someone stole it!"The clerk reached out and grabbed my arm in a vice like grip. "Look, bitch, don't fuck with me or I'll beat your ass so bad you'll have trouble walkin'. I want the fuckin' money you owe me – NOW!"I started to cry. "Please," I said, "please don't hurt me! I'm telling the truth – my money is gone!"He relaxed his grip. "Ok,if. "We've always done it that way."Students carry book bags and no one needs a key or a combination to lose. That allowed the school to eliminate the Locker Secretary ... with no locks, no student could lock their bags in and promptly forget the combination ... and no freshman could be locked in their locker by high school bullies.The Susie Ostrander Law stopped that. Admittedly they didn't find her until the smell overpowered the the gym shoes. Susie's sacrifice eliminated locking lockers.Wendy. "Bite you on the neck? You crazy or what."She smiled. "C'mon, Mr. Kaid. It was the greatest. I thought I would explode when you did it. I came so many times. Come on, Mr. Kaid. We do some more."I stared at the eager girl as she pressed her body to mine. She wore nothing underneath her dress. She radiated heat like a volcano. Her lust excited and aroused me. The strain of gambling on the bourse — all share trading is a gamble — and the events of last night weakened my resolve and I gave in. I. But something in her made her go over to him and have a semi-serious go at him for doing it. The response wasn’t quite what she expected with him telling her that if he’d done it to her she would have shot him a look that said “fuck off” rather than “yeah baby”. He was right though. She had found herself being physically distant from him for a while and that any attempt at playfulness was just part of a maintenance program as opposed to a need and a desire for each other.Regardless, she found.