The 'lovely impression' he'd obviously made on staff andstudents, his 'struggle' and his 'setbacks,' and the 'most wonderfulway' everything had finall... worked out.Had it, he thought. Not because of her, surely."Norton's is proud of you, honey," the headmistress concluded. "Yourmental strength and your delicious appearance are envied by many and anexample for your fellow students."Parker's voice had its usual effect on him. In combination with theutter bla bla of her words, it clouded his. .."Is Charlotte's much further?" he kept asking. "We're not going straightto Charlotte's. Her parents are away so she's having a party later, butfirst we're going to town for a few drinks, come on the train station isjust at the end of the road." Although no one paid them much attention onthe train, Paul was a nervous wreck. He couldn't believe how nervewracking an experience it was to be dressed like this in public. He wasthanking his lucky stars that he was in jeans when Kim grabbed his. Wayne greeted me with a drink in one hand, shoeless and dressed in trousers and a silk robe belted at the waist, with a mass of black curly chest hair showing where his robe parted. Seeing him in daylight, I guessed him to be in his early fifties. Waving me inside, he closed the door, and then led the way through to the lounge, asking if I wanted a drink. Back then I was drinking bourbon and cola, but the drink he poured me was so strong it that I almost choked on it. He laughed, urging me to. And as you really begin to struggle, I turn around, sitting on your thighs, and use a second piece of rope to tie your ankles together.I stand up and turn on the lamp at the side of your bed. You blink in the light. I pick up my phone, turn off the torch, and take some pictures of you. You look so sexy lying there like that. Your eyes look like they are filled with fear and anger. I lean in close to your ear so I can whisper to you.“So, my little slut, how are you feeling? I bet you’re wishing.