In school, I had access to the photographic darkrooms, primarily for their use for certain science experiments I had been working on that required car...ful control over light and dark. I was entrusted with a key to the darkroom, which I now realized was a gift from heaven for a guy with raging hormones, a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, and an unquenchable thirst for private fun. We closeted ourselves in the darkroom so she could give me my gift. She stood before me, with a skirt that demurely. “Is that it?” she asked sounding incredulous. Hayley added, “I’ll be dealing with Jack when we get back to his place anyway, so maybe,” Hayley responded. “He needs it for sure,” Mandy said sternly. Miss Roberts looked up. “Needs what?” she asked. Hayley and Mandy looked at each other and Jack blushed a deep red. “Well?” Miss Roberts asked again sharply. Mandy replied, “Hayley will be giving this man a spanking.” “You are joking,” Miss Roberts said in amazement. However she looked at Jack and. "Well, you seem to be okay except for a some scrapes and bruises. This one on your leg is going to get pretty sore and all purpley tomorrow or the next day. You'll be pretty achy, so take some analgesics like ibuprofen or aspirin. It'll help any swelling, too."It sure won't help the swelling in my pants, I thought.One of the girls standing back a bit asked if I wanted to go swimming with them and, of course, I thought that was wonderful and said, 'yes.' Then, I immediately thought, what about. I'm sure Astrid was too, but I wasn't watching her. I was just watching the guns pointed at me ... at us." Understandable. Can you remember anything of the conversation when they decided to take Astrid instead of you?" Yes ... he said something about how the 'old man' would pay quicker if they had his daughter. The other one said something about taking us both, but the guy who seemed to be in charge said no, one was enough to handle." OK ... anything else?" No ... everything was a blur from.