”Clemency gave a little nod and her hand rested on my bare shoulder. I pushed the hand away but she replaced it firmly. “So, what do you want me t... explain?”“First, the handkerchief. How did it get under my dress?”“I told you, sleight of hand and it’s true. Check, it’s there again, well, the other leg, I couldn’t reach the left thigh.”I leapt to my feet, turned my back to her and lifted the skirt of my knee length, black, sparkly dress. Sure enough, there was the square, livid red against my. Then, about an hour before lunch, she reached down and pulled me out from between her legs by my hair. “You're coming with me,” she said, pulling her jeans and panties up to her waist. Grasping me by my semi-erect penis and dragging me across the room, Megan tapped open the washroom door and led me inside. It was a stark, bare place, lighted only by a small, frosted-glass window. Its once white walls were now dirty and grey. Only a plain white sink and a loo was there to be seen. “Get. Um... that is I thought that you would be alone," I stumbled feebly with my words. I really didn't know what to say at this awkward moment. I only knew that I wanted to crawl away and die."Come here, Julie."I went over to Roger and stood with my head down. He lifted my chin and asked, "Is there something that you wish to tell me?" I... uh... Roger..."Roger interrupted my stammering, "Don't you think that an act of contrition should be done while kneeling?"Slow I sank to my knees before the man. This is nota healthy representation of a relationship, nor should it be something to strive for in your own life. This is a work of fiction, and the actions taken in this story are taboo for a reason. Be good to each other.School let out for the summer, leaving Kendall and Jackson with almost two months without work. They were being paid for those remaining two months but Jackson, being the kind and supportive fiance he was, took another job on the side to pick up hours. They were planning to.