“You may go, slut,” Dr. Wainmoor said with a wave of his hand, a self-satisfied smile on his face. Vixen had not wept for a long time, in fact, sh... could not recall the last time she had cried. But now she went down some basement steps behind the classroom building, leaned against the brick wall and sobbed. When that passed, she wiped her face on her sleeve and went back to her dorm room, throat aching. Ralph was there, chatting with Cal. Vixen got a Lone Star from the refrigerator and sat on. "We can't do that."“Okay… why not?”"It wouldn't be right. This one." She pointed to the nearest bed. "We'll use this one."Deviating to the side, she deposited the wine glasses on a shelf alongside the kettle and basket of tea bags then, hands free, skipped towards her chosen bed and belly-flopped onto it. She bounced twice on the springy mattress then sank into the billowy, white cotton duvet. Wriggling, she rolled onto her back. She flapped her arms as if making a snow angel."Ooh… soft," she. William looked at John again as if saying do you really want to do this? John simply nodded. William heaved a deep sigh and did as PBear asked. The blue LED light flicked on as the video feed showed the two boys, both looking grim and unsure. Good boys. Now, just read my instructions as I type them. No need to type your replies, I can hear you both anyway. Ill just be watching you. Now, I want you to undress each other. typed PBear. With one last miserable look at John, William stood up and. Come on in, I’ve got some papers for you to sign and then I’ll give you a tour of our facilities.”He followed her as she entered her office. He had to chuckle as he read the back of her tee-shirt. It was a picture of a heavily muscled female boxer, standing over an equally strong looking male who had obviously been severely beaten by the female. The quote over the picture read, “A hard man is good to beat”.She went around her desk and sat across from him. Pulling out two copies of an employment.