"He slapped her with the palm of his hand. As the pain jabbed down into her neck from the twice-bruised cheek, the man quickly used the leather straps...to bind her hands behind her back. Pulling her out of the chair, he threw her to the wood floor. She was on her knees.He looked down and smiled. Such a sight! She was naked to the waist. Her firm, high tits bounced with barely suppressed fear. But the emotion was having the desired effect. Blood was hammering into her tits, expanding them in size. It doesn't seem fair." I know. I always hated his going on those business trips. The driving always got him so tired. Remember when he came home from Denver three years ago. He was beat for a week. Didn't even go into the office." Yeah! But that was the week he first showed us how much he loved us." I remember!" We were in the shower and he came in. I was so embarrassed. But he said it was all right. He'd seen it all before. After all, he'd diapered us and bathed us when we were babies." It. What she did in the locker room. The possibility of being prosecuted for that. What she put those two boys up to. What she did to them afterwards. What she said in front of the office. What she has since done, after making those derogatory accusations. What happened in HHS. What she faces at the talent show. The two weeks she still faces. Any combination of the above. Something else entirely?She didn't say anything, so I never really found out. But she did spend the class kind of slumped in her. Becky peeled off into another room and quickly brought in another chair for me before throwing herself roughly onto her bed. I looked at her seriously and she shot back, “I’ve only GOT two chairs upstairs. It is OK, I like the bed. I do some of my best studying here.” She smiled as the inside joke and I quickly turned away back to the desk and pulled out an SAT prep book and began to get into actually teaching how to take the math section of the SATs. It seemed so strange to now actually.