”“That’s good. Why was she crying?”“Jim Ryun once said, ‘Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.’ For a lot ...f teachers, that is a fact of life. You go into the profession hoping to inspire young minds to expand and grow. You hope to spark an interest in some topic that is near and dear to your heart. The motivation is great. Then after a while, teaching becomes a habit. You go into the classroom, give today’s lecture, and then head home to grade homework. It is a. As I tried the keys the black man came over and whispered in my ear.“I don’t think she’s conscious. I know she’s alive, because I can hear her breathing. They come in every eight hours or so and give her a shot of something that keeps her knocked out, though.”My head snapped up at his use of the word she. He noticed my surprise and nodded his head to confirm that it was a she. I finally got the door open and reached in to pull out the small cot she was on. It turned out it was a stretcher not a. It looked like he had a tactical holster on his left thigh that would have held magazines for an assault rifle, but all that was left was part of a magazine case. The saddle was still in fair shape but most of the bridle was torn apart. Two-Feather cut the saddle free and we took it with us back to the truck. Orlando reported to the helicopter and everyone back at the ranch houses heard what had happened as well.Things settled down and soon we were busy back to work; cutting, baling, stacking. She was wheezing, “Fuck that was fucking hot,” she said.I grabbed Natalie’s throat and slapped her cheek.“Tell me you’re my whore.”“I’m your whore.”“Tell me you’re here just for my pleasure.”“I’m you’re little whore here for your pleasure.”“Stand up.”Natalie stood up, I grabbed her hips and turned her face to the wall, then slapped her leather clad ass as hard as I could.“Oh fuck,” she gasped.“Say thank you, Sir.”“Thank you, Sir.”I spanked her again.“What do you say?”“Fuck, thank you, Sir.”My.