“Is that clearly understood?” Xena’s answer rattled in her throat. It came out as a kind of ‘yes’. “You address me as ‘Highness,’ slav.... Always. Do so.” “Y-Y-Yes... sis... H-Highness...” squeaked Xena, wanting to scream in defiance. But, of course, not daring to do so.“Very well, slave, you will now crawl forward and kiss the toe of my boot. Just the toe. It will be a symbol of your submission to me. CRAWL ...” Xena ground her teeth; her features were contorted. Would not death be preferable?. A few times as I came out of the alley way and back into the street there was a rough looking young guy working on his car but staring at me as I walked by. As I got close by he would stand up and watch me pass, sometimes a low wistle or muttered words. whilst it was intimidating I also got a buzz from the attention.I ended up taking a pair of binoculars with me and one i was hidden by the woods i would use them to look back at the houses, I was shocked to see one house had a telescope set up. Clarice continued on with her taunting tone. "Peggy Sue is going to have to change her panties when she gets home." Peggy Sue just shot her a contemptuous glare in return. Cheryl's focus was still on the 1/2 dressed man they had just witnessed. "I would love to be able to follow him into the showers."Clarice brightened with the contemplation. "If he is the only one there, do you suppose he does those hygenic things they say boys won't do in front of each other, but only in the privacy of. Sit down." I nodded my head toward a chair, and she sat down. "I need to look these over a few minutes."She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was going on, and I began to examine her course work. The courses were American Literature (a survey) and Ancient History; fortunately, I knew quite a bit about both. She was failing both courses, but neither one too badly; it would not take too much to bring her grades up to passing ones.She apparently had one paper and.