Let me make you a woman. Let me watch your face as I tear your hymen and fill your wet little snatch."I should have refused. A little shake of my head... or no reaction at all would have stopped the whole thing. I was quite aware that this would be a singular event in my life. But I was horny like hell and the girl in front of me was so pretty and the look of need in her face so captivating, so I simply nodded. She sent a beatific smile at me while her eyes locked onto mine.It was quick. It was. The father took Billy's hand and let him into thekitchen where he made them both an ice cream sundae.The next day at school was hell for Billy. Every kid in school nowtaunted him. His friends abandoned him and pushed him away and as hebounced around between hostile groups and looked for a place he could atleast hide, he ended up in the last place he wanted to go ? the library.He found the darkest corner and tried to disappear. Still, passersbywould say things to him and throw things at him. He. But Lance didn’t respond in any inappropriate way. He was a professional; a dedicated teacher with far more important things to deal with than a seventeen year old girl’s infatuation.*We broke into October with plans for a play. The school was arranging a fundraiser in the run-up to Christmas where it hoped people would donate enough money to make up the deficit for a new library. There’d be music, poetry readings, a spelling competition, art displays, raffles and a short play which Mr Eastwood. By the time hereturned to take their plates from the starter away, they were laughingbut the subject then changed. He was none the wiser after the maincourse or the dessert and as soon as he had left the cheese board ontheir table he was collected by another maid, number twenty eight, andtold to follow her.He was taken downwards by a narrow staircase at the back of thekitchen, he counted more than twenty steps before his mind was takenoff them as they entered a literal dungeon. The room was.