I should of, hell, I deserved to be angry at her. But I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her, I loved her too much. I graduated college, and moved...to San Francisco. I got a little apartment overlooking Chinatown, and began my career working as an English teacher for the local school system. I taught freshman and sophomore English, and it was a nice job. But no matter what I did, Rachel was always on my mind. I taught there for a few years, dating here and there. I tried to find a nice girl,. With deliberate slowness he undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and released the ropes at her wrists and legs. 'On your knees', he commanded. She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her knees. With her head against the. I was quickly smacked on the ass. I winced from the pain. I was still hurting from earlier. "Yes, sir.", I corrected myself. "Now, we are going to go inside and I'm going to have a little something to eat and you are going to stand right beside me and keep your eyes down at all times.", Don helped me from the trunk. It was my car. We were at a truck stop. "Clasp your hands together like you are praying.", I did as told. "Good girl. Remember eyes down and stay three paces behind me. When. Rachel and I were born 4 months apart, and we grew up together – spending some of our most pivotal moments together. When we were young enough so we were still close, but not so young that I don’t remember those times – Rachel was the first sexual experience I had. We were sitting in the Jacuzzi together when Rachel got out to shower. I continued sitting when to my surprise, Rachel got out of her swimming suit and started showering in front of me. I remember feeling a tent in my shorts when.