"You and _he_ are working on this project together. That is, unless you want to _fail_ my class and have to repeat _all_ of this sessio...'s coursework again next term." "No, m..., Tenaya," answered Jedina, trying to control her temper, while she thought how unfair her mother was being to her. "I don't want to repeat everything." "Good." Tenaya turned to the young man sitting across the room that her daughter had. As I drove home I was smiling because I was completely satisfied at what I had accomplished yet somehow I also felt strangely unfilled. How weird! It was almost four in the afternoon by the time I walked back into the house.“Hi honey, where have you been?” Mother called out.She was standing in the kitchen staring out the window, a glass of white wine in her hand and a little smirk on her face. I looked at my watch and thought; God she’s started drinking early again. “Oh just out for a drive. Don’t bother trying to get up, you won’t get out of this until I’m ready to let you go". Scared now, Peter tried to speak. Mumbling against the restraint, Peter asked, "What’s going on?" Lorraine was walking around the bed, admiring his lean, hard body. She ran her fingers across his smooth skin, appreciating how silky, yet rough, his skin felt. Feeling her hands on him, Peter struggled desperately to free himself from these pieces of fabric that bound him to her mercy. He slowly came to. ” Quincy reaches to her gown and forcefully pulls it apart. A rip of fabric cuts the quiet as her night clothing is abruptly torn to her waist. Katherine gasps at the violence of the act; in the blink of an eye her pendulous breasts have been laid bare. She stiffens in silence, a slight tremble in her knees. Blood rushes to her bosom in the newfound cold. Her nipples stiffen. The men study her exposed flesh. Katherine makes no effort to cover herself for fear of reprisal. She fights the urge to.