“You looked like a scholar to me.”“Phillip Heinrich,” Doc replied, returning the handshake. “Professor of archaeology at Farrington Universi...y. Most folks call me Doc.”“Well then, Doc. My invitation is genuine. If you would share bread with my family this evening, my home is open to you.”“I feel that I already owe you for rescuing me from those young hoodlums.” Doc winced as he rubbed the sore spot on his chest and retrieved his pack.“It’s a sad thing,” broke in the monk. “They are refugees. I buried my nose in my school books whenever I was home. I was still jogging in the mornings, and I started working out in the afternoons, getting ready for the track season in the spring.Mia and Shay were spending more and more time together, too. Shay gave up playing the political game surrounding the volleyball team, though she was determined to see the season through. Tabitha and Aimee approached her at their first practice after the Thanksgiving break raving about the awesome party. Shay's. I giggled along with him. Then we continued talking but now it was just talking and no flirting. The time passed gradually and then it was 10 p.m. and it was the time to go back home for me. He asked me how I was planning to go. I told him that I will get a cab. He offered to drop me but I kindly refused it. But he insisted on accompanying me to the cab. So we walked out. We couldn’t find a cab right outside so we walked to the nearest cross-section. When we couldn’t get a cab for 15 min then. Looking up at him, she noticed that he had a camera, and was filming this degrading experience. Not only had her boyfriend betrayed her, but he was now recording it for posterity."What? I don't understand...why are you doing this?"The man relaxed his grip for a moment, and got a better hold of her hair. He held her up and smacked her hard across the face again."I'm going to train you to be a good little fuck pig. Your boyfriend hired me."He slapped her again. Paula was too stunned to talk now..