"Nice make-up, Kaye." the teacher said as she passed by. "You'd fit right in in my drama class; we're doing Miss Saigon this month." Hai, arigatou." K...ye replied as she hurried on by. She left the building and paused, letting the sun warm her after the cold air-conditioning. The spring semester was almost over, the last of the cold weather was almost gone, and the sunlight made her feel good. Alive. Her bra felt uncomfortable, though. She unhooked it through the front of her shirt, reached into. So I am headed over there now. As I drive over to her house, I start feeling the little aches and pains for my adventures earlier. My arms are a little sore seeing as I spent some time hanging from the ceiling earlier tonight and my ass is sore from the spanking Stuart had given me. My clit was still sensitive from Stuart’s belt as well but considering what happened I figure not too bad. I thought I would be in worse shape after playing sub/dom games with my boss. Michelle had mentioned to me. ‘Only if you’re saying yes.’ Langdon nodded a yes that had Connor laughing. ‘Pick you up at six?’ ‘Well, I’ll have to ask my dad first,’ she muttered, his humour slightly infectious. ‘Then I promise to have you home by curfew.’ Langdon rolled her eyes, ‘No fun.’ ‘Ok, I have a bit of work to get done before tomorrow morning. And you,’ he tweaked her nose, ‘need to get your beauty sleep if you want Prof to let you back on the wards.’ Langdon pouted. Regardless of how tired she was, she didn’t. I know now that I was making mistakes, and compounding them as I went. I should have kept the panties. I should have called the police and told them, but I thought that I had done this willingly and had no comeback . Then I figured I had to get Chris back to Austin to our home before I told him. All I could think of was that when Chris found out, if King was anywhere close, then Chris would kill him. That was when I saw that stupid note about the sheets. I felt a longing for Chris that I had.