.. forty-four seconds. Get to class.”I bit back a retort and quickly whispered to Geneive, “Meet me after school.” She nodded and rushed away. I...sat down at my desk in Algebra just as the bell rang.What a waste. The first day of classes is a walk-through. The periods are twenty-five minutes long—just enough to get our textbooks and seating assignments if the teacher is a tight-ass like Mr. Carson. By noon, classes are out for the day. That meant that Geneive and I were free to have lunch. He looked through the jewelry box and found aplain silver chain he had given Cheree on her last birthday. He put thataround his neck. While it was fairly loose on Cheree, it fit him morelike a choker necklace. He turned back to the closet in search of shoes.He tried on almost every pair of shoes Cheree had, but almost all weretoo small. Any heels were small enough that his toes either stuck outthe front, or the heel stuck out the back. He couldn't even get thepumps on. He found a pair of. I stood waiting for what I already knew was coming next."How about it, guys?" Ted asked. "Are you ready for a little entertainment?"I didn't expect to hear anyone say no. Once again they didn't disappoint.In that arrogant voice he liked to use on me he ordered, "Strip, cunt."They had already seen me all but naked. But I shuddered in revulsion at the idea of what I was about to have to do. My fingers were shaking again. I struggled to unbutton the few remaining buttons on my dress. But Ted. “I never stopped loving you, Christy. The wound just scabbed over and I also fell in love with Tricia. I only told you off because I was still angry with you and I wasn’t sure that my open marriage had room for an ex. Now I know better, of course. Yes, if you’re a pain slut, I’ll gladly give you pain, but not to punish you. You’ve already punished yourself. No, I’ll give you pain because it excites both of us,” I answered and noticed just how wet she really was.Meanwhile, Jess was now on the.