I might be working so I’ll leave a key under the mat.A week later I had forgotten about the agreement as I walked up my driveway into my home. I tur...ed my doorknob and for some reason it was unlocked.I walked into my living room“ What the fuck “ I yelled as I saw a stranger on my couch.“ You must be Presssston “ the medium height, frail stranger said with a smile.“ Who the fuck are you? “ I demanded.“ Ashton, Julie’s friend. I thought she’d text you and let you know I was here. She ran to your. Surely we're smarter than that?" challenged Ben."What? What do you suggest?" Thomas' reply was extremely petulant."Well we need a fire for a start," said Ben."I've just told her that everything's too wet to get a fire lit!" Thomas snapped again, feeling as if the group was ganging up on him. "It's not my fault!" We all need to help you dry some stuff out then, don't we? There's bound to be some dry wood under these trees somewhere, so what you're really complaining about is that you've got no. No, something a friend said has me curious. Why did you have me read Sonnet 91 yesterday?" Would you believe quid pro quo?" Not for a minute," I replied, still smiling.Mr. Hayes sighed. "I thought not. Okay, it was obvious from the way you asked to move that the trouble in paradise wasn't your choice. I happen to think that you and Miss Harmon are a very good couple. Good for each other and good for this town. I've been teaching here a long time, Mr. Robinson. Morris Harmon was one of my. The other agreed and with that they both lunged towards the cursing goddess.Natasha wriggled and kicked as she was lifted and dragged to her feet. With her hands behind her back it was impossible to put up any winnable battle. She screamed as one grabbed her ankles holding them together the other held her waist lifting her; carrying her towards the kitchen table.They threw her onto it face down her bra held bosom pressing onto the wood surface.Wack!She gave a yelp as one slapped her upturned.