Once I had exchanged my work clothes for my slightly thermal garb, I returned to Joan’s door. When she opened the door I noticed she had not only ch...nged her clothes, but she had changed her whole look. She wore a track suit with reflective strips sewn on to the arms and legs. She wanted to be visible, where as I didn’t want to be seen as I slipped through the night. She also had her hair pulled up into a short pony tail.Joan programmed the county high school’s address into the Ford’s 2nd rate. She was about to become the plaything of some stranger... some b**st. It was not for the first time, it would not be the last; but that made the moment no easier.„Very well then, Mr. Crane,“ said Madame Vesta, „I will make the necessary arrangements and have the girl sent to you later.“„Thank you... thank you very much, Madame,“ said Mr. Crane. He could hardly believe his good luck. This beauty... this lovely, naked beauty... was going to be his. To do as he liked with! It was wonderful to. We' are going' to braid' your' hair', said Kathy. Susan'will braid' your' hair' Jenny and I' will braid your hair' Samantha'.The girls looked at each other and then in their mirrors as Susan andKathy began braiding their hair. Jenny and Samantha watched as Susanand Kathy removed their hairbands, then took a comb and slowly begancombing and separating their hair in different places. Then they beganslowly twisting their hair together, first on one side of their head,and then on the other. ‘Your excitement for a new semester must have over loaded the power in the room… or the Dean skipped on the electric bill and the company wanted to get a message across.’ There was some nervous laughter in the room. A calm British voice always seems to make any crisis better. But then Martel looked to me and our eyes locked. Instead of showing fear, Professor Martel smiled. *** The moment I opened my eyes, I knew things would be different. I hadn’t been to classes for 3 weeks. The leaves.