. I didn't know, but I knew what I had to do."She says she has to be... abused, in order to feel anything," Heather continued.Suddenly I was faced wit... an image I didn't want to acknowledge. Dr. Bergerud, my teacher and mentor, appeared to be even more twisted than I had at first imagined."I can't believe he did that to her," I growled, imagining just what I could do to him before he transfered to another school."Who?" Heather wanted to know. "Who did what to her?" Her husband," I said angrily.. "Like what?" asked Carol, but she knew it was an easy way to halt the conversation. Connor had suddenly focused his attention on his cereal. "Just because you have college sorted doesn't mean you should slack off on studies now, anyway." I'm getting a lift in to discuss studies!" insisted Connor, "It's that Chem presentation today, we're doing it together."Carol found it hard to believe a teenage couple would ever actually discuss schoolwork over necking, but she had other lines of attack. The hot water felt good, easing the tension out of Ian's muscles and reviving his spirit.'Michael will survive, ' he thought as he lathered his body.'It will be a tough few weeks but in the end he is a survivor and will put this loss into perspective. Coming out the other side of his grief a stronger person, ' Ian reflected as he rinsed off and stepped from the shower.The stone floor was cold, a shock from the steaming shower, toweling off he looked at himself in the mirror.'Not too bad for the. The temperature must warm up little by little. No rush. That's the time for a sultry dance. I'm closing my eyes, flying to the hotel room to imagine the scenery. I lay down on the bed, only to show some more gestures, reveal this sexy lace of the stockings. I'm going to take off the dress, first unzip it slowly, release and let it drop, exposing innocent hot body, craving already for some more impulse. My hand immediately moves towards my legs and a bit further, to surprise me how wet and ready.