Making a point to crowd her space, Benny leaned forward as he pretended with exaggerated interest to read her notes, letting his eyes linger on her ch...st a little too long as he did so. "Hard at work making those cocks hard, Liz?" he asked, chuckling at his witty single entendre. He leaned in with a stage whisper, "There's one right here waiting for you, if you ever want to play in the big leagues."Lizzie rolled her eyes in response. Deep down she couldn't deny she was tempted. But she valued. I stare at the test blankly."You have just failed this latest test. 20% is pathetic.," Mr. Desai says. "And you're constantly late for class." I say nothing. He looks up at me and raises his eyebrows."I know. I just get distracted easily," I stammer.Mr. Desai holds his hand up to stop me."You know, I do offer an after college tutoring program. If you attended and showed some effort, I might be willing to be a little more open minded about your marks," he says.I hesitate. The last thing I want. It was the only way to stop myself laughing.“Now get your clothes on this instant! What kind of girl do you think I am?”I strode forward, but he grabbed my arm as I passed. I gave a shake I thought was gentle but still managed to knock his hand off.“Now, now missy, this is where it gets really fun.” He grabbed my breast and pushed me. I decided the only way to make this realistic was to fall on the floor. I pulled my skirt up as I went down hoping it looked like it was riding. He used a chair. I tried to figure out where I was and how I got there. Charles and I had only been married for three weeks, two of them in hiding, when he was arrested and tortured for being a member of the Liberty Party. While I suppose they might have suspected me, too, my father was a recent appointee to the Cabinet, and it would have embarrassed the President, if they had charged me. Charles, of course, confessed; they all do. His death sentence was commuted to exile, transportation to the.