Hilary smiled and approached the nervous child, the mask held ready to place over her head, to mask her eyes and half cover her ears."The door's still...open Miss," Sally noted, for some reason worried that someone might see her being punished."Don't you go worrying about the door Sally," Miss Bishop told her, gently chuckling. "You'll have plenty to worry about very shortly," she added.The leather mask fitted snugly over Sally's hair while the padded eye sockets pressed the girl's eyelids down. They looked at each other and back at me and laughed out loud.“Yes, Sra. Martínez. For them as well, thank you.”Sra. Martínez outdid herself with the local equivalent of huevos rancheros and something that looked and tasted like a mini breakfast burrito with rice and beans and a double measure of jalapeño, along with her own surtido, a mix of sliced cauliflower and carrots in a powerful vinagrette. And coffee. Hot and strong and lots of it.Sated, the breakfast table a wreck and our stomachs. It was still dark when I arrived at Patterson Office Tower with the items I'd brought. My car was still at the shop being worked on but it was an easy walk from my house to the campus. I needed to show ID to the security officers at the front before being let in but after that I rode the elevator up to the small office I'd be sharing with two other Teaching Assistants for the semester. I'd lucked out. My little office had one window facing north. I'd never have direct sunlight frying me where I. Her nightgown really did little to cover her body and knowing what was beneath charged my imagination into high gear. Somehow I managed to get through without her seeing my condition.About a week later Mom came to my room. I was doing homework at my desk and she sat on my bed."Son we need to have a talk." OK, Mom. I'm finished anyway." I turned around to look at her."I found a pair of your shorts under the bed the other day. The front of them was stiff. Have you been masturbating?"My face.