I lay there in ecstasy as his hands pressed into my aching flesh, watching his face. I felt his thumb run across an old scar and the puzzled look on ...is face as he ran his thumb back over it again. Lifting the shade on the lamp he positioned me so that he could see and feel the scar. "What is this scar from, Sarah?" I turned my head into the couch and muttered, "a knife." He was silent for so long that I looked at him again, and was taken aback by the look of raw lust on his face as he. It could very well mean the difference in having him choose me." All right, dear," she said. "I know what the stakes are. It’s just that I want you to know that Mr. Payne is a dirty old man, that’s all." A dirty old man?" Jim chuckled. "A lecher, hunh?" Yes," she said. "You know what happened the last time he was here; at that little gathering—last New Year’s. He made I don’t know how many passes at me; his hands were all over me—geez. And, I don’t know—the way he looks—he’s downright fat,. " See! " Kim squealed. "You've deluded an innocent child!" We ARE special," Casey said. "So's your Kimmy. Kim, get your husband over here."Tim wasn't far. He joined us. I introduced Casey and Gina."You're the only classmates she invited," he said."They're special," Vicki popped."Undoubtedly," Tim replied. He smiled at them."Gee," Gina quipped, "you said you were marrying some OLD guy."Mizz Sandersen, my physics teacher, was also in attendance. "You look positively radiant, Kimberly," she. Not in the traditional, educational sense but in how well it was appointed to administer corporal punishment on the girls now entrusted to his care. His office was richly appointed with heavy furniture, desk, chairs and tables, all suitable for students to be placed on or bound to for punishment and the rest of the administration building was suitably equipped. There were special rooms for punishment, with one-way mirrors allowing members of the Board of Directors or parents to watch as.