November 8, 1942As their Sunday school teacher, she had them discuss the Good Samaritan.That night several fell ill, but no one thought it was the bre...dfruit. Miss Elsie was up late, a nurse with a soothing hand, and finally all were asleep except Richard, the one who’d joked of eels.“Were there really eels?”“The nighttime ones,” he warned her. “You want a protector again?”TJ must have said she needed one, she realized, but yes, she did.“Aye, aye, ma’am. Consider me on duty,” as he smoothed. .' and 'am I doing it right..."But, when it was over, we lay there holding each other and I knew wewould make it. It wasn't how I'd imagined it back at Uni. But it wasreal, and that was better.I woke up the way we did most mornings. I was the little spoon. Icould feel her breath on my neck as I watched the grey light comingthrough the window, but it felt different, better today. I watchedFiona's phone willing the alarm to never come. Could I persuade her tobunk off work for the day?But. Once that was done I looked in the nightstand where some very un-babyish items where kept. I took out four sturdy locks. I also pulled out a pink sleeper mask, it was as good, if not better then a lot of blindfolds that where out there. It effectively blinded me while I was wearing it. And last I pulled out the new dildo gag with the extending penis on it and placed all that on the bed. I put the keys to all the lock on the nightstand next to me and proceeded to lock myself up.Taking the locks. I am fairly tall and am a natural athlete. I love running and I suppose that has kept me in good stead through the years. There used to be time when I used to run the miles between our dorms every morning to have breakfast with her. In the time that she then took to get ready and reach class, I was able to reach back to my dorm, have a shower get ready and reach class almost at the same time (and we were always at least 10 minutes late!) I reckon my grades and the fact that almost everyone.