He was a widower and nearly ninety-years-old.Emma’s large white body caught his eye and he started walking towards her.“Miss Russell?” he said, ...training to see if it was her. Despite being older than any of our grandfathers, Mr. Lehrmann insisted on calling everyone by their last name.Emma gave another round of panicked knocks on the door; no such luck though. She turned to him as he walked towards her.“Uh, hi Mr. Lehrmann. Yes, it’s me, Emma,” she said. I could see through the peep hole that. Less than a year previously, I had been living with myparents above my father's shop in Silk Lane where he sold all manner ofcolorful silks, satins and brocades to the wealthier citizens of London. We were not rich but comfortable enough. I went to school where Ilearned English, Philosophy, Mathematics and a little Latin. The kindlyschoolmaster told me I had an artist's memory of recall for things I hadseen and read. I took part in some short plays and poetry readings wepresented and enjoyed. She knew he would be watching. He marvelled at the submissive little waif and though he wanted to take her home and keep her warm and safe, something else inside him was jealous of the governess at her work; he would have liked to cane that bottom too.She blinked in expectancy of the cane as she stared hungrily at the wall, hoping to meet his eyes as she was punished, just for him, she thought. Down came the cane;"Whup!" she yelped as the tears streamed down her pretty face and the red line. He was the lamest fuck of the weekend" Stacy gasp "you little slut what has come over you? Not knowing how to respond Lisa just spits out " I don't know I got horny I guess" Stacy laughs, "I guess you did. Then I guess that puts the other rumor to rest"With a puzzling look "what rumor would that be Stacy? Stacy immediately sensing that Lisa is getting frustrated "well there's this rumor that it was you at the party on sat night that took on 60 guys but I can now see that it can't be true.