I have no ties to Wells College. Thisstory is a work of pure fiction. No buildings mentioned here exist at WellsCollege at the time of this writing. N... people or animals were hurt in thewriting of this tale. Beware of my use of historical characters in slightlydifferent roles. See if you can spot them all. I am side stepping here. ThisPart one of five. The StartHello people. As Director of Special Operations for the Wellman Clinic, I havemany tasks. One of the more unpleasant ones is internal. He followed her legs finishing at her tiny feet. Seeing her boots, with the three-inch heels; he thought about the time she was a dominatrix stalking him. Wearing thigh high boots and a smile, she teased him unmercifully with a feather whilst his hands were tied to the headboard. Imperceptibly he groaned at the memory. Almost at the entrance, still seeing her glow, he glanced at the book Lee was reading. It was by Debbie Macomber called 'Mrs. Miracle.'"She reads that book every year," he said. "Do not interrupt me!" the teacher said indignantly.Mr Brown licked his lips and shuffled forward eagerly to see what was going to happen."You are going to be punished, and I hope this teaches you a lesson young lady!" the teacher told her."Remove your uniform," she spat."We've had to exaggerate her waywardness in order to provide you with this demonstration of what we offer parents," Miss Ashton murmured, watching the man stare intently as his daughter undressed."You arrange this for other. After the dance, Larry took me up to lookout hill and parked. I snuggledup to him and we watched the night sky for a while. Well, he watched thenight sky. I watched the huge bulge in his pants. Finally, I screwed upenough courage and reached down and unzipped his pants. As I fished hisdick out, he said, "Susan," my selected name, "you don't have to do this."I almost laughed. Maybe he didn't expect me to do this, but now that I hadstarted, part of me HAD to do it. I leaned over and.