In that small detail lay my future. I blushed more and answered, "Yes Mistress Carrie." she laughed at my quick drop into submission. But she did not...object. "You don't have any after school activities, do you?" "No mistress Carrie" Good. Call your parents and tell them you are meeting with me now to go over something" Yes ma'am" I got my phone and called my parents to repeat her message. They were fine with it, and I hung up. I was sitting in the desk in front of her desk awkwardly while she. She lifted some papers out and underneath was a stack of Penthouse magazines.She looked up at me smiling as she took one and handed it to me. Now, as a sixteen year old in 1982, Penthouse was pretty much the holy grail of porn. What I did know about women and sex came from one issue a friend had stolen from his brother. Here I was looking a whole collection.“Holy shit. How did you find this?”“I don’t know. I’m kind of a snoop and I’m alone here a lot. So, I just look around. I guess my Dad. Quite the reverse in fact. There?splenty of cash coming in, he says. But he wants to tell me is where it comesfrom. In case anything should happen to him. So, I?m back thinking it?s theincurable disease after all. But no, it?s just that his business isn?t quitelegitimate and that always has its risks, he says.? So what?s not legitimate about livestock, Isays and that?s when he explains that the livestock involved is female, andhuman, and none too willing. I?m prettyangry. I mean not about what. Martinez asked, “Be an angel, and help me load my groceries into my car please?" “Yes, sure. I’ll help you. But give me a minute to lock up the store. Okay?” So, I went back inside. The storefront was all glass, so I could see Ms. Martinez in the parking lot. Frequently, I glanced at her watching my every move in the empty store. I turned off the lights, locked up and walked towards Ms. Martinez and her blue Astro mini van. Immediately, I started loading her mini van with groceries. I was in.