I was a little worried about Susan because a lot young raunchy boaters frequented our bar and Don’s wife Susan was drop dead gorgeous. She was absol...tely beautiful with her petite figure, long brunette hair and a movie star face that drew stares wherever she went. I was a little worried about her because her husband was away on business trips a lot of the time. On top of that I lusted after this little beauty in her skimpy bikini.Well things were not going well and our resort and bar was in. Her sister, on the other hand, is really a size zero, stick girl. Her face is pretty but she does not draw my eye in the same way.As soon as we got inside I thought, "Who is the foxy babe?" It took a moment to realize it was Ally. She had cut her hair and had a completely new style. Short in the back and longer near the front, it was like her face was a picture and her hair made the frame. Her face looked like a fine work of art a guy could stand and admire at length. Bright blue eyes, an easy. Franklin Heights is not an easy school to run and a lot of the applicants, when they heard where the job would be, declined the position.Being a former Marine, I was used to taking and giving orders. I was in charge of my squad and if I could control eight rowdy Marines always looking for a fight, I figured I could run a school of high school kids–even if they were delinquents, outcasts, and hellions.I would soon learn, however, that the same tactics I used to harness my Marine subordinates. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her, although she felt as if everyone in the station must know what she was here for. Slipping the key in the lock and turning it seemed to take all of her concentration and energy. She warily peered into the small space, only to find a single note and another key. She unfolded the note and read the brief instructions: Hello Patricia, If you are reading this, then you have taken the first step. Ready for more, little tramp? Then take the key, go.