.. four minutes."Of course... you'd want your sluts to like football," she goaded.I just crossed my arms (careful to keep above my boobs this time) an...pouted. "What's number three?"Sarah seemed to contemplate needling me some more, but moved on. "Rule3: no telling anyone who you really are," I was taken aback again.Going into this, I had expected she would want everyone to know aboutmy humiliation, and make me have sex with men repeatedly, but I wasstarting to see a different picture: she. I felt bad about missing her, but I took her at her word she wouldn't be available, and like I said, no promises were made. When I found out she bad mouthed me at the bar I didn't call her the next Friday.Something about a woman scorned ran through my mind when she came rolling into the dance hall the next Saturday. I was in the kitchen when she asked for me. Mrs. Williams was running the dining room and came back to tell me she was there. It was pretty early in the evening and I was backed up,. The first one had been an accident. The second had been mostly damage control - whatever hidden reasons he’d hid from himself. This third Binding was going to be purely selfish - fuelled by his desire. He was going to take his teacher and claim her as his own. Despite Jason reluctantly admitting that Karla did have a valid point when she freaked out and told him they were over, he couldn’t quite bury his anger and hurt at what she had said to him.Added to that, the memory of his sexy teacher. Maybe we're just incredibly lucky... We were lucky with the rain... Lots of thunder... no water... The clouds are very dark to the east and north, it might be a different story for Mark... Uncle Leon?" Yeah?" We made almost thirty kilometers in less than an hour. We were really hauling ass!" Hah! The pass at the Northern Plateau... You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" I live to tease..." I know... Okay team, saddle up!"9:01 AM EDT, on the road to Harmin... There was still.