” Then a little of the excitement left her and she had to add, “Still, I don’t know how I can pay for college. My family can’t help much, I kn...w.”Professor Branson smiled. “Well, they do want to be paid. But there are ways. Scholarships and grants and even loans. When the time comes I can help steer you in the right direction for those also.”She had thanked him again several times and before she left he pulled a book from a shelf in his office and handed it to her. “This is a general. " he voice tailed off as she realised that if he wanted to whip her he could, and all she could do was suffer it.When his hands spread her arse cheeks wide and he pushed first one and then two fingers into her arse she wondered what he was up to. The fingers left her rosebud and started to rouse her vagina and clitoris. Just before she was quite at a pitch to come she felt something large, warm and firm nosing into her narrower entrance."Relax, and it won't hurt so much," the Emir cautioned. ”“I take it you’ve seen some pretty outrageous things.”“I’ve treated patients similar to your neighbors, but who initiated the act with their parent and believed they had done nothing wrong. I’ve treated a fifteen-year-old prostitute who insisted she liked what she was doing. I’ve treated rape victims, incest victims, and gays and lesbians who were having trouble dealing with their sexuality. And I’ve treated a young man about your age who has had more than sixty sex partners, and shows no. I just wish that Cal -- Coach Rolle -- would look at me.'The aforementioned Coach Cal Rolle (he preferred to say that he was called 'California' because he hated his real name: Calvin) was at that moment stepping into the shower in the boy's locker room, trying to wake up after a night of little sleep and strange dreams. His voice echoed in the high ceilings and empty spaces of the deserted locker room. "Such a sweet, hardworking girl: Janelle. So sad to die so young. She could have been a.