Fiona overheard meshout at Lisa and she came in, grabbed me over to a chair, threw me downon her lap, pulled up my skirt and spanked me until my bum w...s red andsore. Never, ever do that again, she hissed or you will really regret it.Oh, yes, I was wearing girls' clothes full time now. I had been measuredand either Fiona or Lisa had gone out to buy a wardrobe for me, orrather, several wardrobes to allow for the different tastes the clientsmight have.Most of the clothes were high end fashions but. "May you hate what you love" is the usual imperial interpretation of the Sylvan utterance, but the two languages don't really translate well or cleanly with each other and the exact terminology of the curse is open for some debate. Still, it's said to be one of their very worst, quite on the level with 'interesting times'.Once safely home, I tried to convince myself that I'd just imagined the reappearance of the witch. I'd seen her throat cut and I'd even seen the flames from the cellar flowing. J. DeLuca at a table with eight freshmen. I knew they had to be his kids from the fourth floor of Hartranft Hall. Ben Witte had six freshmen crowded around him in line for dinner. That would be our third floor Hartranft crew. Joe Cleveland arrived a few minutes later with the final six freshmen. They were housed on third floor of Mifflin Hall. G. J., Joe and Ben were our resident assistants in the dorms this year.Trevor, Damian, Chip and I went through the line for our dinner and then went. It’s a bit cooler in there, but not much. I lean against a tree-trunk, and put my arms around Justin, pulling him towards me. He kisses me, our lips sliding against each other, his tongue between them into my mouth.His arms are round me too, his hands stroking my back. I feel them going back under my t-shirt, caressing my skin. One slips round the front and cups my breast inside my shirt, fondling and squeezing gently. A little moan escapes involuntarily as he flicks my perky nipple. It does.