"Do not try to touch me," I said trying to sound commanding."Who are you?" he asked."I am the..." I tried to think fast. " ... The Watcher." Watcher?"...Yes, I am watching you and I am not pleased. You will be nice to your family. If you do not shape up, you do not want to know what will happen to you." What will happen?" You do not want to know," I repeated. I had no idea what to do if he didn't do it. My entire plan was to scare him into being nice, so it wasn't much of a plan."I'll try." No.. It didn't show her being manipulated, blackmailed or drugged. It didn't even show the script had been forced to read. All her father saw was her willing face, moaning his name and smiling. Even had he known of the countless hours of editing that had gone into making it look genuine, he couldn't see the drugs in her system during the hour long afterparty segment, where she smiled and begged for more as every hole was filled with cock. He had no clue that she had been bribed, blackmailed and. She looked past the door and said “Miss Tease, Head Master.”A male voice said “Send her in.”Tease walked towards the door and entered the Head Masters Study. The room was large. In the far corner sat the Head Master at his desk. A big dark timber wooden desk covered in leather and had an open front. Around the walls of the room there are large book cases, full of leather bound books. On one wall a large bay window opens out on the gardens, big heavy curtain farming the window. A chesterfield. I think it was a member of the drug task force that called me. Yeah, it was. Paul Scarborough called me to let me know. He knew of my participation in Lauren Senior's defense so he called to let me know when the coroner made the ID. That's the first I heard of Wells' death. As I said, I immediately suspected Desmond Huntley. Well, that's only partially true. At first, I wondered if you had something to do with it. Once a preliminary time of death was determined, I knew you were with me and the.