I had been reduced to Corporal and taken of the VIP's drivers list because of this bastard.I looked in the back and lo and behold was the second on my...hate list, the General's wife. She was a right stuck up bitch, who ordered her staff around as though she was the general. She was muttering away to herself and was as drunk as a skunk."Why have we stopped? I want to get to bed," she slurred.I could barely see her features within the car for there was only a quarter moon and high trees edged the. The red tunic wearing guard held her left hand up into the light, his grip was kind and allowed Abby to make out the features of his face, his eyes were sunken but shone with intelligence, his close cropped black hair balding, but he was surprisingly handsome, broad curved jawline and high, strong cheekbones fit in with his broad, muscled frame. He looked down at the dried blood wiped from her lip and staining her pink tinged hand, he then looked up at the first guard and uttered a few coarse. Tapping the end of the ruler against his palm, the headmaster waited for her to settle back down before raising his hand again.“Smack!”“O-…one!”This time, Sarah remembered to count, and her hips jerked forward as she felt the surface of the ruler strike right across the sensitive strip of skin on the back of her thighs. More pain flared across her flesh, amplified by the heat that was slowly gathering between her legs. She shivered, unable to decide whether to faint or go red as a trickle of. I don’t like it when they freely advertise it either. Common people are not my forte, I don’t mix with them – certainly don’t allow them to make small talk with me, because small talk involves big questions of who what where when and why. And if you really have to ask me those questions, then you are either ignorant or you have no money. I am a business woman, and I like to save my minutes for those who can afford them. The elevator doors slide open noiselessly; the concierge.