His hands slowly andfirmly molding over my entire body often brushingintimate areas. When I arrived for my first visit, hetold me “take off your pan...ies, I won’t be able toreach under them.” I knew I had checked full bodymassage, but I was certainly raising my eye brows overthat comment. He always starts by running his smooth dry hands overmy back and neck. I’m immediately reassured afterwaiting naked under the thin sheet in his dim room. Soft music plays leading off into the sound of theocean. He withdrew his hand from his pants pocket and opened his fist.Shit! A small panic fob rested in his palm.“You’re too late, Lightfoot. They’re on their way. You can’t get away this time. Where’s the Hollister girl?”Infuriated at my lapse - I should have remembered the fob, I slammed my fist into his cheek. Russell’s head snapped back smacking against the wall with a loud thud. The whites of his eyes showed. He slumped. I let him fall limp to the floor and raced out.Running out the front of the. Mutely, she forced the fingers in her tightly balled fists to relax and reach for her ugly nightgown. She pulled it over her head swiftly, leaving it lay on the floor where it had landed. Waiting stiffly for him to finish his appreciative inspection of her nakedness, she clenched her jaw and vowed that someday, somehow, he would pay with his blood. His palm, hot and sweaty, on the back of her head urged her toward him. The pungent aroma of his sex invaded her nostrils, nauseating her with its. .. faded...When the stall door burst open. A girl shouted in Japanese.The ghost broke the kiss. Chris let out a gasp of breath, heat rushing back into her body as the ghost turned, glaring at the newcomer. It was Miyu, the Japanese exchange student, a petite girl with straight-black hair, glasses perched on her delicate nose. She wore a Japanese school uniform, white blouse tucked into a gray, pleated skirt. She wore a matching vest to her skirt and a red tie snug about her throat.She thrust.