Outside the headmaster's office, she checked her makeup in her mirror then knocked on the door.Inside the head master had been masturbating, wondering...why Jennifer Truscott's mother wanted to see him. Would she complain about the severity of the caning he had given her daughter? Or would she be trying to get him to drop the three strokes she was still due? Either option promised to be an amusing discussion. He loved discussing discipline with protesting weak politically correct mothers! He put. He rose and opened his arm, obviously inviting her to come to him. She rushed to join him; this was where she had experienced the most enjoyable sensations ever. It had been difficult for her to concentrate all week, wondering if it was a one-time meeting or would he let her feel those sensations again with him, or even take it further.He let her rest her head on his shoulder for a couple of minutes, having a beautiful naked girl in his arms was still a thrill for him as well.He then lifted her. You can't talk to me like that. I have procedures that I am supposed to follow. I can't just do things like you say, no matter how many dying people there are." You fool, you had better start running now, because I am coming after you as soon as I can get away from here!" With that, I hung up and handed the phone back to Marlene.Marlene looked at me and said, "Did you mean that?" You can damn well bet on it. That stupid bitch is up to her earlobes in shit." Okay, Tom, I'm with you!"That's when. He'll deny it, but be persistent. Do all that you can to get and maintain control of the conversation. You can tell him that you insist that he immediately see a psychiatrist that you met at the bank, and if not you'll call the police and divorce him. Bring him to me as soon as you do that. I'll be in my office at the University until ten. Here's my card. Don't tell him that you are having him committed. I can do that pretty much on my own when he gets there. I can arrange that with.