.." Karen raised one finger and caressed Laura's cheek. "I'm not seeing him any more."Laura's tears had spilled over by now and her cheeks were slick ...nd wet. She felt Karen's hand grab hers and squeeze it."I want you," Karen said under her breath, glancing around to see if they could be overheard.Laura didn't know what to feel. Trying to look down, not to look at Karen through the blur of her unexpected tears, her eyes fell Karen's sleek, bare legs, breathtakingly beautiful. Karen wore a. Little did any of us know that all her plans were for naught, as I was surprised to find Eleanor was the new Head Mistress of the school, having known where Grandmother planned to send me from her first day a my Tutor. Her glorious hair was pulled back sharply from her face and the dour garments the school required her to wear made her really quite intimidating. In her eyes, however, was the same sparkle of wit and passion that I had come to adore. I believe that first morning at the school was. She was in the late stages of her pregnancy now and was moving slowly at best. Her ability to even get up and down in a chair was like watching the Three Stooges at a Saturday Matinee.I was forced to smile thinking about how limber she was still in bed and she was able to position her body for all sorts of sexual congress that my depraved mind dwelt on in the privacy of our little bedroom at the office. I often would help her in and out of the tub because she acted like a beached whale at those. Mataoka only shook her head at me when I tried to remonstrate with the braves.By mid morning it felt like something had been decided. A brave came and fetched me, dragging me by my bound wrists towards the chief and forcing me to kneel in front of him. He sat regally on the stump that I used to hammer the blooms, a feathered spear in each hand.“You run gauntlet,” the chief said in Mataoka’s tongue. “You win, you make us iron. You lose, we sell you to Frenchman.”I tried to read Mataoka’s face;.