“Good morning, you must be my pupil, oh it’s you Jonathan,” she said, “this is embarrassing as I shouldn’t tutor someone from my own class, ...ut now you’re here you had better come in anyway.”I went into her house and followed her down the hall way to the living room, she looked stunning in a flaming orange, micro mini skirt, low cut cropped teal top, white strappy sandals, and I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. As she walked down the hall way her skirt was swaying and I saw she was wearing. Krissy stood up. She pressed herself into me as she leaned in close enough to whisper in my ear. "I like it hard and rough."Now I was fully hard. There was a side of me that liked to be rough. Not for trouble or just because I could. But to finally be in charge. In bed for example. I wanted a girl who I could do what I wanted with, so long as we loved each other. I never had the nerve to act on this before now though. "You sure?" Very sure." She whispered. Then in a louder voice she said,. There was not much she could tell Kate about the office. It was a good place to work; the worst thing about it was that there was no one to talk to on breaks, or to have lunch with. She warned Kate about the other two associates, too late. One had hit up on Kate already. Becky told Kate about herself, how she worked at the firm during the summer and a few hours a week when law school was in session, how she got the job through her dad who was a tennis partner of Mr. Barringer. Becky found. With a snarl on his face, Tom said, “You’re going in the trashcan.”“Really?” Sean asked looking at Tom surprised. He figured that Tom hadn’t realized what was being served in the cafeteria that day.“Yes,” Tom said enjoying the moment.Sean looked over at the trashcans for a second. Turning back to Tom, he asked, “Which one?”“Huh?” Tom asked rather surprised by the question. Sean wasn’t playing the harassed victim as dictated by the victim of a bully script.“Which trashcan am I going in?” Sean.