" I'm on trial but I'm hoping I can catch on quickly. I'm going to spend some time this weekend learning to read a story in the paper and mentally try...and time it. If I can get some sort of concept of how long it takes to say something I should be able to do this." You'll be fine," Bruno smiled. "You're a sharp guy. You'll figure it out. The next thing you know, we'll be seeing you on the news reading your own stuff." That would be so cool," Renata enthused. "Then we could say we knew you. I pulled the zipper of a case, opening it so I could remove clothing. Iopened the car door, stepping out; reached in the back and pulled out ascrap of carpeting that I often used to stand on when either changing atire or clothing. Today it was insulating my stocking feet from thecold ground as I slipped my shoes off. I took off my coat, shirt andslacks; taking out my wallet, papers and the like. I folded myclothing, quickly as I shivered from the cold. I slipped over my head aturtleneck. Occasions I had thought had gone forever.“I… I need to go home…” I gasped.“Do you want me to take you?” he asked.“NO!” I exclaimed then apologised. “No thank you. I’ll be okay.”Tony helped me to my car and sat me in the driving seat. I fastened my belt.“I’d better get back home too,” he said. Then he leaned close again. “Think hard about what I said. If you like the idea, you know my number.”He stood up, turned as if to leave then leaned close again.“Everyone wins. You get great sex, I get. Once when caned by Angie and snivelling and holding her bottom, the girl would then sympathetically held and gently abused and wanked off. Then with Angie firmly pushing the girl's head to the floor and giving a quick nod to the Head, the headmaster would determinedly sodomise the sobbing bitch. Over the next year the amount of pupils taken by their ear to the headmaster's office and caned rose to a remarkable 125 entries in the punishment book. Each one representing a blubbering schoolgirl.