After a few weeks, when it became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her, she stopped going through the formality of betting me and wo...ld simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally fainted from sheer. I was flattered. Yes, I too had a meteoric rise myself in a Fortune 500 company like hers, but not with that kind of money, and no-one ever asked me to head up a new Division overseas. Now, I was in semi-retirement and working as a part time consultant to my old company. As we talked, I listened attentively, and made a constant appraisal of Christine. She learned her lessons very well. She was calm, deliberate in her choice of words, very self confident, exuded sensuality, sat straight, kept. "What happened to the strong young woman who barged into my house weeks ago and ordered her froshlings to stay in my house? What happened to your pride, your self-esteem? What happened to the woman who would never let a MAN get the best of her, huh?"A couple of tears rolled down Peyton's cheeks. "I can't not graduate." And I can't let you sleep with him." That's my decision to make." Well it's the WRONG decision."Peyton shook her head. "I don't WANT to do it." Then don't! I'm not done yet.. I shut my eyes as I push back the tears and I set my phone back on the nightstand, trying to get rid of any thoughts about my old school from my head. It's a new town, a fresh start, and I plan on making the most of it. My feet shuffle across the carpet floor with my legs dragging behind me as I rush into the bathroom, nearly tripping over the dirty laundry scattered across my room.I turn on the light switch and stand in front of the mirror as I begin to admire my rugged features. My chestnut.