It excited her. It made her feel alive. It made her aroused. She was wetter than ever."Yeah she's got it!" laughed Claude. "She's got one lucky husban... if she's like this at home!"If only he knew she mused. It soon changed into, "God if my husband knew!" which hit her like a bolt of lightening. Concentrate lady she thought, just think about the dog. Claude quickly told her where she was to go and that she was already late. He would ring the photographer and apologise. He would ring again. . Switttt!A wail of agony was muffled by the girls bite block. Swittt! A true scream this time.An intake of breath from the audience. Mr Jenkins continued his awful work with the cane.After the first six were completed I looked round the room. Many girls could not watch, and turned their faces away. Some looked like they were going to be sick. Some girls though were staring at Michelle, unable to turn their gaze away. I noted these girls - I wondered how they would react when under the lash. I. "Your competition will be trailing in the dust of this fine machine."HOE-LEE SHE-IT bikes had big knobby tires and straight handlebars. They had "GEARS" and a water bottle carrier. Some of them had an air pump so a kid could fix his own flats. They had strength and light weight. A twelve year old could carry one on his shoulder and run a mile without dying.Arnold had taken European road bike derailleur sets, one front and one rear and machined new parts to make parallelogram chain guides more. I tried to focus my thoughts on what she was saying rather than her foot. I struggled not to stare as she told me if there were a way to earn extra credit for the class, because she didn't think she'd pass this semester. It would hold her back at least a year since that particular class was only held in the spring.I told her that it was impossible, since the grades had to be submitted at 6:00 that evening. I looked at my grade book and noticed she was already passing with a C. Barely, but.