Perhaps I’d misjudged the weather a bit. It felt like there was a good chance of squalls up ahead. I suppose her memories of yesterday were not quit... as fond as mine.I poured a glass of juice and sat down cautiously at the table across for her. I felt like I was sitting my bare ass down on a hand grenade wondering how I was gunna clean up this mess if it went off. For a second I wondered if that was the kinda mess that could even BE cleaned up.“Going somewhere this morning?” I asked her as. The glistening black harpies washed them in a soapy solution, and set about shaving both males from head to toe. Minter looked on, finding even this strangely humiliating ordeal sexually arousing, especially as he rightly anticipated that it signified their final hours. Confirmation that the women’s pleasure would be forthcoming, was announced by Erica, whose mood of stern sexual dominance tinged with spiteful retribution, was evident. Her sneer broadened as she watched today’s offerings squirm. Such as automatic passing grades in his class, and all my school expenses paid. I wait for the catch though, which Steffi explains to me. I'm shocked and horrified, but I honestly don't feel I have too much of a choice. I get an appointment set up, and this is where our story really begins:Professor Lambeau's HouseI walk up to the Victorian manner that the professor lives in. Apparently the professor is rich from all the books he's written and sold, given the nice house, and that he pays for. So I was content … content for the first time in a long while … to just be there and listen and wait. I wandered around Tanglewood for the next few days until Jackson returned. He invited me to have cocktails in his study that afternoon. ‘Dana … did you enjoy your few days off? Were you and Vonne able to get to Savannah?’ I took the glass of wine he offered, ‘Yes. We had a wonderful time. I found the most wonderful music and a new perfume …’ Jackson interrupted, ‘I understand you were concerned.