. well, I’ve said Paul could write. We’d talked about it lots. The porn film thing… well, hey, that was just a sort of idle idea. A film was the...thing. Any film. And we could have done it. We could have done it on school time with all the kit and support and stuff. And we’d blown it. And man, did we feel low. The next English class was worse. She’d printed off all the scripts – not just ours – for everyone, and had a discussion about them in the class. She didn’t say anything about what she. “I know how you feel, dear,” Pratt said and smiled in pure Santa Claus manner. The doctor dismissed Moira and cut a length of stockinette. He slipped it on Jill’s toes and pulled it up her foot, then over her ankle. As he reached her calf, he had to lift her leg slightly. Jill winced and clenched her teeth, stifling a scream. The doctor excused himself and waited for the pain to abate. A minute later, the upper part of the stokinette was drawn up to her panties. “Nice leg. What a shame that. "But I wasn't meant to be here Lidia and whoseplace am I taking? What girl won't make it now because I took herchance with a brilliant mentor?" I asked sternly."We have all lost girls as mentors, each one chooses her own path, andwe only try to help them make the right choice," Lidia answered me, herfire cooled as she let go of my arm."Can you honestly tell me you would lose Liz?" I asked searchingLidia's face for truth.She opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it. For. Hurt, sure, but never harmed." He looked her over critcally and then atached a long metal chain to her collar and led her from the room. Several of His friends waited downstairs and gave Janis a few good natured slaps on the ass as they left. The bar was very dark and looked to be mostly boarded up. Janis sighed, preparing for a boring evening where the men would get drunk and she would watch. Her job would most likely be to drive them all home. Entering the bar was a bit hard. The front door.