You may call me... well, we can sortthat out later. And you are?" "Elise; my name's Elise, Ma'am." "Well, Elise, you know it just so happens I'm looki...g for someone..." shehesitated for a moment before continuing, "...a personal assistant. No,not at the shop here, at my home. It's not difficult work at all, really. Infact, I'm sure it would suit a pretty little girl like you. The pay is good,in fact, you'll find that I can be a very generous, to those who please me." Laylasmiled as she sat on. For a second, I thought that she said it in a sexy way, but I realized that it was probably my imagination. "Are you also going to the excursion to London next week?" I asked. "Yes I am, you better get home and start with the writing. I will see you tomorrow," she said. "All right, see you tomorrow." When I got home I started on my impositions, it took me a few hours to finish it, but I did it because I didn't want to get expelled from Miss Hutson her class. Later that night, I fantasized. ? He smiledand I thought it was worth his moods to be on the receiving end of just one ofhis smiles. ?Great Julie, I need you undress and standwith your hands behind you.?? I wassurprised by how quickly he moved around me, tying my hands behind me with oneof the scarves and then bending me to kneel at the end of the bed. He kicked myknees apart and used some of the rope to tie them to the legs of the bed.? Standing up on the bed, he wound anotherpiece of rope around the ceiling fan and then. I was wrong; this kid is going be as easy as the rest.*****As we leave his grumbling friends behind on the roof, we turn off the main road going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked Springfield Rd. because it’s near the heart of the place and I know it’ll give it a chance to get really dark out. We are about half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait longer but all his pleasant charming chatter and his complete avoidance of the subject of my street show has me on edge..