We were assigned to a dorm room that had almost a score of other female orphans, all in their early teens and some even as young as single digit tende... years.The main dining room was a converted auditorium with long tables being served by other orphans dressed all in black like a flock of ravens fluttering about but never quite landing in one spot for too long.We were both introduced to the concept of corporal punishment embodied in the head mistresses closet of special spanking toys. It wasn’t. . Erotic and exciting, yet gentle and loving; all at once.”“Could it be that no one has ever made love to you the way I do, because no one has ever loved you the way I do?”Our lips lock again, and while our tongues intertwine, my hands move to his belt. Two can play at this teasing game, and I’m about to get a little payback. When I get his belt free, I fumble loose the fasteners on his pants and slowly slide the zipper down – being sure to rub against his hard cock as I go. He lifts his hips. . um... something the matter, Cassie?"Cassie had been staring at her. She realized only now that Marcie was dressed so differently from what she had remembered seeing in detention. It was such that Marcie would have been unrecognizable were it not for those glasses and the voice. Even then, her mannerisms seemed... off somehow.It was the oddest sensation, but she could not put it into words. It was just an inherent sense of wrongness."Nothing, Miss Fuller," Cassie said softly. "Glad to hear. "The next day the cop, Ben, has called her and asked her to meet him for coffee. Kim said she didn't think that would be s good idea and he told her if she wanted to stay out of jail she had better be at the IHOP on Sixteenth at noon."The local office of the DEA is desperate to get a couple of drug cases going so the office won't be shut down and everyone transferred out. If you don't meet me I'll have to give them your signed confession."Kim was curious as to how the statement she had signed.