Laughing, he hands the photos to the other boys. "What do we have here, hm? Look at this, boys. Doesn't that look like our teacher here?" You recogni...e the pictures as those taken by your master over the last year. Many of these pictures had ended up on various Internet sites, others he had kept for his pleasures only. But the ones he posted on the web sites all had your face blurred, to prevent people from recognizing you. The pictures the boys are holding in their hands are showing your face. A fleeting thought crossed Meg's mind. WAS Katie flirting with her? Was she gay... or bi maybe? Once before in her sheltered life Meg had experienced another woman coming on to her. At least, only once that she was certain of. But Meg brushed the thought aside. Nah, it couldn't be. Katie was probably just being customer-friendly.She appraised herself in the mirror. Katie was right, she decided. The suit DID fit nicely. The bra wasn't quite as skimpy as her new suit, but it seemed to lift her. ? he offered. ?I’ll keep an eye out, thank you.? I assured him. ?Do you need a ride home?? he offered politely, obviously torn between not wanting to leave, not wanting to loose his chance with me and not wanting me to drive mildly inebriated. ?No, I’m going to catch a cab, thanks.? I assured him, it had been my plan anyway. He nodded and I headed through the parking lot alone, or so I thought. ?Did you enjoy the show?? a voice that haunted both her fantasy and. We had decided we would all meet up at the beauty parlor, and the parting kiss Sean gave me before we left kept me occupied for at least half of the ride back to the city. After shaking the dreamy-eyed feeling off, I started thinking about the future again. The fact that we were moving, that we were finally doing something made me feel oddly excited. The fear was still there, but under a layer of decisive stubbornness. My husband wasn’t going to get away with what he had done, and I was going.