She stood still for a moment, as though she was making a decision, and then waved at me, both hands well away from her body, tempting the towel to fal..., and ran, bouncing around the puddles again, all the way back to the car. I hit the button to lower her window as she approached, wondering what she could have forgotten. She stood there, soaking wet again, and stuck her head through the gap."Mr Smith?" Yes, Zoe?" You better come inside." Yes?" Yes. I need to pay you back for the loan of the. I asked her if the toy had not been to her satisfaction and if perhaps she might rather want to try the rabbit instead. She looked at me and nodded. It was just before closing time and I had just cleaned out the booths or at least emptied the wastebaskets filled with cum-stained paper towels and wiped down the viewing screens. For some reason I don't understand, it seems that many of the sad men who visit those booths enjoy shooting their loads onto the screen, probably with a freeze-frame of. . I wouldn't allow it.I looked back on my previous behavior ... I had really gotten into our role playing. I thought about the 'beast' ... that was the part of me that enjoyed dominating. I wonder if I took advantage of the situation."You're being awfully quiet Master, are you all right?" Sarah said in a soft and concerned voice.I looked up from my coffee. Her all too beautiful face stared back at me. Her green eyes were filled with compassion.I tried to muster a smile. "Yes, just thinking. I. Andrews had taken her off somewhere for some “therapy.” That was all he knew and he wasn’t very happy. I told him not to worry, that Ms. Andrews had her own creative ways of dealing with PTSD and anger management.Dolph and Ashley weren’t at math. Maybe their cheating had been caught.Damn! I had a note in my pocket I wanted to slip to her, too. Maybe I could call her later.One good thing I did learn, aside from some math itself, was that I’d done okay on the quiz, so I could stay in the class if.