Enjoying each other so much, kissing in public, Sammi showing off her ring to anybody she could get to stop and look. People would stop and talk to us... not like the people back home who looked at me like I was a loser because I didn't care to go to college. With Sammi by my side, I can do anything -- I just want her alongside me when I do it.Sammi went to college for a year, then decided to come home and help Mom and Dad in the tax business they'd started, Sammi having proved herself by. She unlocked the bathroom door and peeped in on her mother's husband, Gabe. He was still fast asleep. Relocking the door, she drew her bath, having decided that she would leave early for school, well before her stepfather would be awake. She knew that she would be safe at school, since Don would not be with her. Worry concerning him furrowed her brow. She couldn't understand why be had not returned home.Oh, God... I hope he hasn't had an a-accident with his motorcycle... or something... What. We approached the new location carefully, so it took us nearly an hour to get there. What we found looked to be a major camp hidden under some camouflage netting. This looked like a camp large enough to warrant at least 100 fighters, and that made it a prime target. A number of people were walking around the installation, so we knew that we were going to make one hell of a mess out of it before we left.Alonzo wanted to spend the rest of the daylight hours working out just what was done in each. In the middle of the gym are the upper class girls. They are just kneeling there, naked and watching us. They look so beautiful like that. It's just, like, their place. They looked...perfect. An older woman walked out into the middle of the gym, petting each upper class girl as she did. Each girl seemed to swoon just from the touch. It made me feel warm in my lower belly.?Welcome, young ones, to Ms. Annabelle's Slave Academy for Girls. My name is Miss Annabelle, and you will address me as such..