Watson grabbed his papers and ran to class. By seven that night he was home. He had finished his classes, talked to his financial advisor about Aeron,...and emailed his students concerning canceling the SCUBA classes tomorrow. He was wondering why they wanted him. He was after all just a history teacher. His thoughts were interrupted by the front doorbell. When he opened the door he was very surprised to see Miss. Freeman standing there. ‘Hi, Dr. Watson, can I come in?’ ‘It’s late and as you well. "Not today," Jane replied."What's the matter?" You should know," she snapped, sounding upset."No, I don't know. We had a great weekend and now you bite my head off. I have no idea what you're talking about." You should, asshole," Jane hung up on him with a decided click.'What the hell?' he wondered. What did he say? She was in such a good mood all weekend and he was looking forward to having a drink with her after work. He shook his head in puzzlement and tried to concentrate on his job.At. She took off like a Bondi (Beach Suburb of Sydney) tram around the other sideHe swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffedHe still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away,He didn’t really think he’d get fresh scones for morning teaBut neither was he ready for what he was soon to. Her preacher would say he is about to be defiled."Shabaz laughed. "I have already taken his ripe cherry, but this will be anew experience nonetheless. This time the boy will know what he isdoing. He will know again for the first time what he is. The Collar cancommand him to do or believe anything, but it works best with what isalready in his mind. I want him to feel utterly defiled. I want him toexperience his innocence taken piece by piece." The mongrel's `innocence' is a myth," stated.