I think it was just the fact that I had gotten hooked on her pretty ass and I was addicted to her constant fussing over me like I was her favorite chi...d. My own mother was always a bit distant and much more interested in her book club, her society friends and those lunches with other older women that all gossiped about everything unimportant in the world ad infinitum.The interview went really well in my estimation.The bad news was they never told you anything right away but by law they went. Rachel giggled.They arrived at Room 23 and sat on the long wooden bench outside.They could hear the sounds of punishments taking place coming from different rooms.Harry was about to say something when a Nun opened the door and said, "The Abbot will see you now." Rachel and Harry were ushered into a room and found themselves facing an old monk in a long,black habit,sitting behind a table.The Abbot glared at Rachel and Harry in their school uniforms.For the Abbot it brought back memories of being. It also turned me on. I tried to see how I might catch them at it.One month I was called away on business but before I left town I rigged our house with hidden cameras. Motion sensors in the rooms started the cameras and as long as there was movement in the room they filmed. I accessed the feed from my smart phone or computer.I left on a monday and monday night the bedroom camera caught my wife lounging on our bed wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. The thumb size nipples. Boring classes and stupid classmates. And the stupidest one of all, Debbie Palmatier, would do everything in her power to make my life miserable. I don't know what made her start hating me in seventh grade. Maybe it was the fact that I got straight A's and she barely avoided flunking out every year. There was no way she saw me as a romantic rival, with my braces, stick-like figure and frizzy hair.It wasn't that I wanted attention from boys. I was really close friends with the guys from the Star.