.. know, dear," the strained voice of the young woman large with the impending child she was birthing said. Her usually pale face was mottled red with...the effort to deal with the pain and still focus on how her husband was driving. He was already a taut individual, but the added stress of the first child coming in the middle of the night miles from any doctors, never mind hospitals, was turning him into a hyper-focused bundle of nerves. She could hear the strain of his hands gripping the. All those thoughts forming inside my head were interrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone.Her eyes opened gradually, and the smile that had been there melted away. Suddenly, her eyes were fully open and she looked at me. I smiled at her and reached for her phone, which was on the nearby chair next to her clothes. I gave the phone to her while I tried to keep a reassuring smile on my face. However, she looked at me but didn’t smile back when she took the phone from my hand and answered.“Bro,. Then, there were the copies of printed material from a whole series of BDSM discussion boards and forums. At least there was a volume of material to start working on.An hour later, I’m knocking on the door of Professor Dawney’s office. ?Just a minute,? comes the voice from within. I stand in the corridor hugging my pile of papers to my chest, the canvas bag hanging heavily from my shoulder. More power plays, I think. I lean back against the wall, staring down the corridor and on out through the. She heaved a huge sigh and straightened up. I watched as she hurried down the stairs before Brent could zap her again.Back at her seat, Emma grabbed my wrist and turned the phone to face her.“I hope you had fun today because it is going to cost that pretty butt of yours, sweetie-pie,” Emma said, a gleam in her eye.“I did and it was worth it,” Brent said. He was grinning ear-to-ear though Emma couldn’t see it.“Hey,” I said to Emma, “What did you whisper to the dean?”“I told him I was having.