It was the longest night of my life. Why would she be crying about my refusal to condone her meeting with an ex-boyfriend? Why did she wait a whole da... to tell me about his being in town? Why did he call her at all? The conversation we had was short and was not emotionally charged enough to bring her to tears. I was missing something. There was something that I did not understand. I tossed and turned all night trying to work it out. Of course there was an easy solution to my dilemma. All I had. Using sex to get what I wanted had become my ‘ace in the hole’, but I had always used it on men, and Coach Pryor was a woman. And to make things worse, I still wasn’t positive she was even attracted to girls. I realized I might be fucked… and not in the good way. After landing, I made my way to the hotel. I had recently turned eighteen (even though I still didn’t look it), so thanks to Mr. McCann’s generosity, I was able to travel on my own. I checked into my room for two nights, and then. The tip of the cane struggles for a moment, forces entry. Hestarts at her pained groan, and frowns anew. The air parts, the whistling blow landing squarely across the twocheeks. They quiver for a moment, and she grunts. Displeased, he repeats theaction. Four, five times, and she?s groaning again ? an insistent thing thatgrows with each ?thwack.? Ten, twelve times, and she?s yelling ? a throatysound warped by suffering, pitch distorting each time the rattan connects. Theache encompasses her. Of course, they rose up, slaying those like myself to claim all of theblood for themselves. That was when Vladimir left in search of a worthysystem to teach the ways of peace and preservation. Are there no purebloods left??When she asked the question, she received his thoughts. Saw the greed andcorruption spread by the Volt War. She knew that if things were that bad,there could be no pure bloods left.She looked directly at lars then Tiffy, her warm smile spreading acrossher face. ?You little.