This was her first year teaching high school history, and she had no shortage of teenage boy admirers. She was tall, I don't know how tall she was bar... foot, but in heels (which she always wore) she was taller than most in the school; faculty or student. If I had to guess, I would guess she was around 6'4", in her heels. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and hazel her hazel eyes were usually looking through a pair of fashionable, yet stern glasses. Her long legs were almost always encased in. Also he was no super stud, he knew that. He was at best averagely endowed and he was no bedroom athlete. She said she found him attractive, would that attraction survive seeing him nude and making love? She was probably used to men her own age, denizens of gymnasiums with washboard abs. He got as far as the hallway outside her door but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He tried, but every time he reached towards the door, another fear overcame him until it was almost a relief, when the time. I signaled with my fingers, 3, 2, 1. Then we rushed through the doorway. "Down motherfuckers down!" I yelled watching them all hit the floor in shock. "Check em'!" I ordered. We found 4 pistols and 6 knives. I saw Natalie look at me, scared for her life as she saw the rage in my eyes from seeing her here. "Line em' up, except her. Put her over there." I pointed to a nearby corner. The Hell Riders were on the knees with their hands behind their head knowing what was coming. We lined up, looked. The device I handed to a disbelieving Nicola was a masterpiece in brass and heavy black rubber. The black rubber shaft and tip cast in a mould taken of some well endowed fellow no doubt, would present an ambitious challenge to any woman. The brass base had been cast with a contoured grip, a series of grooves (which I found most useful when tying the device in place for those that warranted it). A pair of dials allowed the speed and intensity of the device to be set while a final ridged wheel on.