I went to the back door and knocked.I was not prepared for the woman who opened the door. One side of her face was grossly disfigured by burn scars, a...d she had lost the forearm and hand on that side as well. The left side of her face was quite ordinary, even refined I suppose, graceful and fair skinned. She had donned a man's wig, a small one with a queue and ribbon, brown rather than powdered. She wore an apron over her linsey-woolsey dress and stood perhaps five-foot-five, pretty tall. Two. But would the kid know to not shoot until they at least confirmed it was the hunters? It might have been Miss Jez Tummer, the thrall orderly.They moved quickly. Into a doorway slot, then the next one, then the next one, always prepared to swing it open if they needed to dive in. Samantha was at the end of the hall, and based on how the flashlight was moving, the hunters were coming toward it, having entered the U-shaped hallway from the other entrance. They would run into each other, face to. 'A teenage crush' I told myself but I was heartbroken when we split. But we had to. 'If only you were 18' he'd tell me. If only…—So fast forward through my remaining school years. Mr Stevenson (thankfully) transferred to another school the next year so my agony was only prolonged for a few months and in the four years up till I left school I had fun. I flirted, dated and fucked boys from school and when I got older – around 15, 16 – me and my friends started going to bars and clubs which opened. She was a littleworried at first but we found that he was a big babyand got along with us just fine. We played with him on the floor and played fetch withhim in the back yard. When we came back in the houseAce ate then laid in a corner and slept. He must nothave been used to that much activity.After dinner Karen started drinking her gin and tonicwhile we watched some TV. In a couple of hours she wasfeeling no pain and came over to me gave me a big wetkiss while rubbing my crotch. She unzipped.