"He's armored, but the joints are always vulnerable."Fatima hadn't considered that. While she practiced sojudo in armor, she wasn't trained to actuall... fight an armored foe—it was only worn for safety. There were gaps in the insectrosity's carapace at the knees, the elbows, beneath the arms.She feinted, stabbing for the chest. The monster's posture shifted, telegraphing his overhand blow for her head. She ducked, shifting her thrust down. Air rushed over her head; the insectrosity attack just. "You seduced me, stole my promotion, and believed that your style wasmore important than my substance, didn't you?" Yes," I said. "But it's true. If you'd only cared about style, I'msure you would have made the right impression." I should be judged on my work product, not my tits," she said. Ilooked at her tits. Wonderful tits. I wished mine were as big as hersand not so small.I shook my head. What the hell?"Drink up," she said. I drank.Things began to clear. I could see the sign. He placed the ball in my mouth and fastened it around my neck and then put the blind fold on me! He told me that since I was a pussy about having my ass fucked, I shouldn't be allowed to see or even speak about what he was going to do to me! I heard him start moving around some and then heard the bedroom door close. Everything got quiet and I figured he had left me there alone. About 30 minutes passed when I heard the door open again. I could hear what sounded like several people shuffling. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. The waiting seemed interminable. I glanced at Ms. McCall; she was looking at her watch. I heard a car driving up our street, parking, the car door shutting quietly. A few moments later Sophie was lightly tapping on the den door, and I opened it. Our eyes met and we shared a rueful grin. "You're two minutes late. Do you need to be reminded about punctuality?" She swallowed, finally met Ms. McCall's eyes. "No, Teacher." She.