" I'm afraid that it's you Mrs. Wiseman, that has to do something. If yoursituation does not improve you will be out of a job."He offered Heather his...coat to cover herself. She wondered why he hadn't doneit before talking with her. She was sent home the rest of the day with awarning that her paycheck would be docked to pay for a substitute teacher forthe afternoon.Heather arrived home, glad that the house was empty. Humiliated, she sat downon her couch and began to cry. She had never felt. Trisha laughed and stroked his face once more. ‘Look at me,’ she whispered. Again, he opened his eyes to gaze at her. ‘That’s better,’ she said with a small giggle. ‘You’re a shy boy, aren’t you, Felix? We’ll fix that soon.’ She reached out to lay a hand squarely on his crotch. ‘Don’t touch me, harlot!’ She pouted, saying, ‘Are you trying to hurt my feelings? Most men can’t wait for me to touch them.’ ‘I’m not most men! I am a man of-‘ ‘Stubbornness!’ she finished for him. ‘Maybe once we get. "Boy, you're hot," he held her gingerly, "another couple of minutes and I'd have had use my oven mitts."Christi collapsed onto the living room floor. "That was, that was" was all she could say as her body continued to jerk in the aftermath of near-electrocution.Grand Dad knelt over Christi's quivering body and admired the pattern of deep purple bruises that was spreading evenly across her self-beaten breasts. "Boy howdy," he whistled, "that thing really does a job! I don't think I've ever seen. When he decided lunch was over he wiped the pizza sauce off my face and said, "Well, I bet you've been wondering about the front display room I mentioned before lunch?"I smiled and nodded my head yes. Keith got up and pulled me to my feet leading me by my leash and he opened a door that allowed access to all the shoes in the front display area. There was a access way that actually went behind the mirrors in the display and as we walked behind those mirrors I realized I could see people looking.