To be sure, it was his personality and heart that would win any woman over. Looks are fleeting, but heart and compassion last a lifetime. Out of cur...osity, she often asked why he was single and was always met with a blank face and a half-hearted answer about not having time for someone. Really, it was as if the thought of dating didn’t appeal to him, or just wasn’t on his mind. Expressive and knowledgeable as he was, his most private thoughts were a mystery to her. An enigma wrapped in a. Bethany wondered how many more there would be before they were killed or before? What?This day they'd been told they had to learn how to behave. She guessed that meant Clegg had something else in mind for them. Alexander had delighted in training them to stand or kneel to order. His methods were simple. All of the girls now bore the welts from the strap and canes that he used to reinforce his instructions.Bethany fell into a fitful sleep, slumped against the bars of the cell, brought back to. But now, all that has been thrown out the window because his parents suddenly became concerned about his future and they believed that going to a prestigious school for a year would help him get into the top colleges, which Jeff could care less about attending. But there wasn't any reasoning with them. It didn't help that his older sister had just gotten a job teaching at this boarding school and betrayed her younger brother by convincing their parents to enroll him. Jeff knew he was going to. The face of an angel! That it was attached to the body of this common whore was a travesty of God’s will. Such a face should have adorned the countenance of a queen, a princess, a saint. And such it soon would. ‘What do you want of me?’ she asked. The total lack of hope struck me. It struck me to the core of my soul. I had to wet my lips and take a deep break. ‘She’s just a whore,’ I thought, ‘A woman of no morals.’ ‘I…madam, am a painter. I have been asked by my teacher, my maser, to capture.