I stepped out of the locker room and there they were. Eight of my teachers. Mr. Jones, Mr. Walters, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Clark, Mr. France, Mr. Russell, Mr... Taylor and Mr. Jenks.I smile and said Hi like always but they just glared at me. Mr. Jones walked up and grabbed my hand. We have had enough of your teasing missy; it is time you got yours. I looked at them and I could see it in their eyes, before I could say a word, they grabbed hold of me, and someone was stuffing a sock in my mouth. They. I was poised to break them up. I didn't care about Karl. But I didn't want Mark getting in trouble.Mark snarled, "You filthy low-life bastard. How much money did you get from that fucking pimp?"The look on Karl's face changed immediately. It went from a mixture of terror and confusion to a mix of guilt and furtiveness. The weasel in him was coming to the fore.Mark saw the change and said, "You fucking pervert, I'm still trying to decide between killing you and just putting you in the hospital.. Arts and crafts would appeal to the people at the upper levels of society, and they usually pay well for such trophies. The trouble is that we have a limited number of prospects for such goods around here.”Carabee informed John, “We have been to many places where such artworks, as you call them, are valued as exotic, especially if they are made with woods not readily available in their locality. Can you locate suitable woods with strong graining that will show up, and will also stain and polish. "Downed my medication. Grabbed my buttered rum. Ran a hot bath and saton the john trying to feel better. Not having anything else to do, Ilook in the cupboard under the sink and see some bath beads we havestored for about a hundred years. What the hell, I threw a handful intothe cascading water.I then shaved and decided to put my hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Bythe time I got into the tub I was drunk. I noticed one of Coleen'slipsticks on the shelf over the tub and the next thing I know.