Non-gravid women did nothing for her, but when they had a bulging, round belly, they transformed in her eyes into being of immense (literally) beauty....The idea of living with pregnant women for three months and taking care of them excited her on a primal level, but consciously she was terrified. She wouldn’t be able to contain herself, which would not only be awkward, but what if the women reported her for improper conduct? She could have her credits stripped, or worse. But, this was her only. Shenibbled on my ear and caressed my breasts. I felt so loved. We got out,and changed into matching white sweatpants and wife beaters, and went backto the guest room. We lounged around all afternoon watching TV. I felt sosafe in her arms. "It's time to get ready for our date," Mistress said.She led me to the bed, where she had laid out my outfit. I put on a babyblue spaghetti strap tank top and a wrap around, pleated denim mini skirt.Red lipstick, a small handbag, and wooden platform sandals. She dialed Roger's hotel in New York and waited for the switchboard to ring his room. A woman answered. She had a soft voice and identified herself as Mrs. Patterson. Nicole apologized for getting the wrong number and hung up.She was near a warehouse belonging to Schroyer Electronics. Nicole parked on the street and climbed up the loading dock. She entered the building as if she owned the place.Actually, she did. It was one of the businesses whose controlling interest she'd inherited from her. Now she was eighteen and was looking forward to college and a career and perhaps evena good husband and perhaps c***dren of her own.Meg had only three months left at high school and she knew the principal was very strictand used the cane on both boys and girls of all ages.The sound of the cane could be heard as she passed his office and it made her tummyfeel strange when she heard the sounds and in her mind she could almost see inside theoffice and the unfortunate girl with her knickers either.