I turned off all the lights and We got down. She started to run in rain. I locked the doors and ran behind her. Her back was swinging to and fro which...was making my dick to rise. We reached her house and entered the gate. We ran towards the stairs she fumbled a little, I held her from back and supported to run along the stairs till we reached the main door. I took my hands off her. Street light was flashing on us so we could see each other. We were completely wet and my dick rise again by. Now I wondered how I could have ever thought of her that way.She rallied though. "Justin, I can see how you would think..."I cut her off. "How I would think WHAT? How I would think that you gave preferential treatment to that toad of a kid that superseded me in your heart? How I would think that you took his word over mine to the exclusion of all other evidence? How I would think that you gave a good goddamn about me before you couldn't use me as your servant anymore? How I would think WHAT,. Like a toothless, clawless tiger,Like an organ-grinder’s bear,Like a knight without his armor,Like Samson ... without his hair.My defenses are downI might as well surrenderFor the battle can’t be won.But, I must confess that I like it,So there’s nothing to be done.Yes, I must confess that I like itBeing miserable ... is gonna be fun.My defenses are downShe’s broken my resistanceAnd I’m in an awful jam.I went into the fight like a lionBut I came out like a lamb.My defenses are downShe’s got you. Perhaps going to boarding school was going to be a good idea.So the next day she found herself in the back of the Bentley, being driven to the village of Great Fuckinham and to Miss Agatha Willoughby's School for Young Ladies.The chauffeur pulled up on the gravel drive, opened her door and drove off again, leaving her clutching her suitcase, surveying the ivy covered walls of a large and extremely ugly country house. She had been expecting to see hordes of schoolgirls running around but the.