That was Sheila sleepwalking through a performance. Let me tell you about a little scene she did on me.’ Francine went on to tell, in great and lovi...g detail, about the night they spent together. I had noted it before, but Francine could really make a story work. I shivered when the ice came out. I ached through the long wait in the dark. I damn near lost control of the car when she described turning the tables. Ye gods that was funny. Then I realized that Francine was hitting on me. I was. That's what makes me such a good teacher's aide." I'd be curious to know what kind of class that is, where you call the teacher 'Mistress, '" said Lissa."English Literature," Sandy replied. "I'm the T.A. for Mrs. Richards." Are you sure that's not T. and A?" asked Meg.Sandy laughed. "Only in my fantasies. For a thirty-year-old woman, Mrs. Richards is hot. That's why I asked for the job. It's too bad she's not willing to take advantage of the situation. I actually did call her Mistress once by. Time and time again I raise the crop and bring it down, each time finding a new area of skin to colour. My eyes meet hers each time and the tears and drool that drips from her face please me. This slut will soon learn, and I will enjoy every lesson it takes until she does.The soft area at the back of her knees is particularly responsive and I enjoy the sight as she hangs from her wrist restraints, legs buckled. Soon her back is criss-crossed from shoulder to ankle with scarlet ridges of swollen. Swirling patterns of pure thought, spirits mingling like shoals of fish. It is at once overwhelming and beautiful.”“Do you miss it?” Ryan asked. “When you’re here, I mean.”“No,” she replied with a confident shake of her head. “I have dwelled there for eons. Taking a corporeal form and experiencing only my own emotions, my own thoughts ... that is a rare reprieve from the relative chaos of home.”She was probably oversimplifying things for his benefit, and so he didn’t pry, instead lifting his.