Did you do well on all of your finals?" my father asked me. "Yes, dad. My lowest score was an 89% in English. But other than that, all As," I replied ...ith an offensive tone. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Keep your grades up and you'll be able to get into a good college. Maybe even Princeton," said my father. My father is a typical hard ass. He had a 4.0 GPA in high school, aced his SATs, and graduated Summa Cum Laude from Princeton. Needless to say, he has high expectations of me. He was. She said, "You must be avirgin." I guess there was a look on my face and she giggled. "I meant,it's your first time in a salon." She giggled. Relieved, I respondedthat it was my first time. She told me to go into the changing room andput on a black smock that she handed me. I was to take off my socks andpants.I went in and had to use the bathroom. I, of course, sat down. Iremembered being teased for refusing to use a urinal when I was younger.I had always thought that standing to pea was just. The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel what I wanted her to.Erika's little body was squirming under mine. Her thin wrists were cuffed to the headboard, face pressed on the mattress, and her legs strapped folded, so she was forced to kneel, letting her pert and perfect behind in the air for the right fit. It was perfect: the struggle, the virginal tightness, the resistance of her young entrance... It was only me and my prize, my game.Back. * Jerry winced as he dressed the wound on Patrick’s side and arm, then helped him to slip his blood stained top off and the fresh ones on. Inside the back of the crowded backseat of the Merc it was a little difficult. Davy then drove the car over to the private garage that Alan had given them directions to, parked and they all got out. Grabbing the fishing gear out the boot with the bag of money the group of four men and one woman walked casually down to the jetty and the security entrance..