It was a fortnight of sun, sea and sex. Things had been a little rocky between us for some time and I thought perhaps a couple of weeks away together ...ight help.Down the coast a few miles was an 18-30 centre but they stayed pretty much where they were and we had only limited contact with any of them. That was until the beach party. Jenny, my girlfriend was nineteen with a slim but nice figure and a very pretty face but I had suspected her of a couple of affairs during the time that I had known. He was nothing like the clean-cut professional dean I was hoping to see. Rather, he looked disheveled and sinister. Mr. Krupp was a short but stout man, barely taller than my own diminutive height. What he lacked in height, he made up in width with a sloppy frame that made it difficult to hide an exposed bulging belly from under his shirt. His hair was frayed like a mad scientist with matching unkempt clothing that smelled stale and musty.After finishing my sheepish pleas for financial aid,. He reached between her legs and tried to force his fingers inside her, but he yelped in pain and quickly put them in his mouth. Speaking awkwardly he said: ‘I’m amazed that the strength of your magic. For one so young, your control and tightness of focus is amazing. But I shall break you and you will be mine forever.’ ‘Larry seems like such an odd name for a powerful Mage-Emperor,’ she said in an undertone. He growled, took his hand out of his mouth and tried to slap her hard across the cheek.. Mr. Ames knew of my parents and didn't view them kindly. He was a bank manager and believed that anyone who espoused socialist principles, as my father did, was probably a secret communist; and therefore schemed to bring the establishment down. My dad was not a revolutionary, but a simple direct socialist. He believed that his work was just as important to the business as that of the Managing Director. Dad also believed in negotiation but was quick to advocate strike action if the management.