She wanted something from me besides some ancient poetry. I didn’t know what I wanted. But perhaps I could push the boundaries between us, just a bi.... I touched the piece of hair hanging in front of her face. She looked at me with plain curiosity, complete patience. “You had a piece of hair in your face,” I said. “Yes,” she whispered. I sat next to her, with my hand placed between us. “That was bothering me. Usually your hair looks so—perfect.” She nodded. “It goes well with your face. Because. Father Nelson, again heard her in his head. She was saying that Father had called her in his fevered imagination and looted her body as well. She said all that with a very immoral smile. Father gasped and once again could hardly speak, “How could you know. Truly, what are you”? This time she leaned to breathe and whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver with anxiety and terror. He heard her very clearly, “I am what you want and also fear. A wizard of the immoral sin and the ultimate sexual. Claire unclamped her lips and let the girl catch her breath. She violently rolled Jenny on to her back and climbed on top her. She grabbed the girl’s hands by their wrists and pinned them together over the head: forming an X. With one hand trapping Jenny’s wrists to the bed, Claire tore off the blanket with her other hand to reveal a pair of naked tits. She cupped the left one in her right hand, kneading the firm but spongy flesh with her fingers while her palm applied pressure to the rapidly. He turned to look at me and shook his head. “You’re hopeless,” he added; and for a split second, I actually believed him. Still, I wasn’t going to be deterred. I needed to get under his skin. “I thought you guys were trained in getting people to talk,” I taunted him. Secretly, I was hoping for another spanking. I was amazed at the power he had over me and I craved that feeling of helplessness. When I was with him, I wasn’t a girl who wanted to change the world. I was a girl wanting to be.