"Ah, could you loosen my chains?" I asked, hoping my silentsubmission would earn me a little mercy. "I can hardly feel myright hand." She just lau...hed. "If that's the worst that happens to you,count yourself lucky." Still grinning, she said "Now, I'm goingto release you and you're going to turn yourself over. Obey, andyou'll be fine." What else could I do? Nodding, I turned onto my stomach,gasping as my nipples came into contact with the cold, hardsurface. "Like that, do you?" she. ."Ben tilted his head, waiting for her to finish. Obviously she was still holding something back. He shrugged. "I know it sucks, Ally, but I think you're doing the right thing by talking it out." He rubbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "So what's the other half of your dilemma?"A lump formed in Ally's throat. She had promised the professor she wouldn't tell anyone about the book, but she wanted a second opinion. Was it for real, or just a ploy to get closer to her? And did she really want to. Sure they sometimes made me do gross, embarrassing, or painful shit. But it was hot, most of the time, in it's own way.It all came to a head one day at a parent teacher conference, though. A group of boys cornered me in my classroom after all the parents left. They tried to rip my clothes off while I beat frantically with my arms. It was no use. They were bigger and stronger and there were too many of them.Finally, Tyrell said, 'Bitch, don't make me show my videos to the police. You'll be. "I could ask John if we could borrow his car," Simon suggested after a moment. "He's not supposed to drive it at the moment anyway after that concussion."So Simon hared off to see John. "Sure, no problem," he said, and readily handed over his keys. "Just, please, be careful with her?" Of course I will, John!" Simon assured him. "I know how much you dote on that car!"That settled, with more assurances from Simon that he'd look after John's car, he carefully drove home."Mum says we ought to go.