Tearing hair. Spilling tears and drops of scarlet. ‘For you…’ She’s a stranger. Just a whore. Not worth hesitating over. ‘It’s for you and...the others. I want to watch…’ ‘Oh?’ she grins, strokes his jutting shaft teasingly. ‘I can tell by how much this beauty has grown! How much should I take, Mister Turner?’ A finger-tip worth? All of it? What if it doesn’t work? What if she takes more than necessary? How many credits would be wasted? How many more pussies could that waste drive onto their. Jessica said that the matter had been reported to the headmistress, but no action was taken.I recalled my own schooldays and said, “Well, in my day I would have got the cane.” I was blushing, I knew, but more because I had never been caned and it had been another of my unlived fantasies.Jessica, though, immediately said, “He should have been. I think it’s a real shame that corporal punishment was made illegal.”Hannah and Jessica’s sister, Diane, both murmured their agreement, but I realised. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching something to hold on to. Nails sink in my skin. Soft nipples between my lips raise themselves like proud mountains. My hand tears down the hiding place of your beautiful secret, softly I touch the softest skin there is and feel your legs become tense. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out. I can't do this." I stood and Alexstood with me, his hands falling to my waist."If it's because of your secret, you shouldn't worry."I was shocked. What did this mean?"Rachel, I've been in your house, remember? Although the damage waspretty bad, the fire hadn't harmed the wedding photograph of you andJane. Even dressed as you were I immediately recognised you, but Imeant what I said earlier. You are so pretty."I didn't know what to say. Stunned into silence, the tears started towell up in my.