That was three. Which one would you likeanswered?"I thought for a minute. "Well," Mistress Mary said impatiently,"quickly, before I change my mind." T...e first one, I guess," I told her.She nodded her head. "A good choice, as it will answer all the others.This is a school for sissies. We turn bad boys into good girls. Withinin few months you will be flouncing and mincing in your frillies withthe other girls and your only purpose in life will be to give pleasure.When you turn eighteen, you will. You imagine us all like horny teenagers!" Ok. Laugh all you want but I'm leaving and you won't be laughing tomorrow when you have to cook". She was looking at her intently and she noticed that his eyes were becoming a more dark grey when she mentioned her departure."Since you're going I should tell you that tomorrow I will talk to Georgia and finish this farce. I don't like the idea of being with her when all I dream about is you in my bed". His gaze met hers and she drew a deep breath."Did it. 'Take it off', Stunned, I searched her eyes for any trace of humour, any chance she was joking. I found none. She didn't repeat her request, just continued to look at me, her eyes boring into mine. Without quite registering what I was doing, I obeyed her, slipping my jumper over my head and dropping it onto the large pile of clothes next to me. I stood there in my bra and jeans, and for a minute I thought our eyes would stay locked forever. As if she had lost some sort of internal struggle she. Hope, like pain, was passing. You'd either move beyond it or you'd die. Struggle was a constant and you struggled, not for yourself, but for everyone else who depended on you."Clear!"Mattie stepped back, banging into a cabinet, raising her hands as Alice applied the charge to Liz's chest. Liz's body arched up, her arms flailing as she collapsed back upon the bed."How ... long?" Thomas struggled to ask."Huh?" Mattie had to turn before she could reorient her thoughts. "Uh, this time or all of.