Shefrequently asked me to come to her room before school or after to hearsuggestions for making my writing “tighter, more focused.” Well,...I was sodumb that it took a few days for me to catch on to her unspoken message.During an afternoon session, she placed her left hand on my thigh as wewere sitting side by side at her desk going over my assignments. It didn’ttake much for me to throw a boner. Sorry, sir, I don’t know how else to sayit. Anyway, I was suddenly sporting. I can assure you that this is a very wealthy and respectable client and it would be a very lucrative first assignment for you. Things could hardly have gotten off to a better start for you, you are most fortunate."Rachel: "Well, ok, I will just make a casual short meeting with your client. It's my first assignment and I prefer to get to know the client a little better first before we proceed further into any business relationship."Madame Tussard: "Yes, by all means stay just for the obligatory. Ah admit that ah'm married to Tom Callahan for all me sins but if ah could forget it ah would."Ah'm such a sap," she sighed and looked a nothing over my shoulder. "Tom has always been a fine thing, big strapping man and smooth as a sip of Irish whiskey. 'E and I were married when ah was seventeen and ah was madly in love. What ah didn't know was that Tom was also, just not with me but with 'imself. He's off in southern Europe now, doing "research" for a book that'll never be written. Whoring. "Hope you're ready for me tonight. Don't be late." I did not intend to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was 7:59 and I was waiting in the alley. A breeze tossed my hair back as I rubbed my arms to keep warm. I heard footsteps behind me and a feminine voice. "Hey slut," she said, wiggling her fingers at me like she had when we met; that was the only innocent thing about her this time. Her eyes were smeared with dark makeup, and her lips were crimson red. She wore all black with knee high.