For me and for him both so far as I could tell. He was like me in many ways...brought up under strict schooling and English discipline...private boa...ding school where all manner of nasty things go on at the dead of night, but no more of that. But it meant that we had both been beaten by senior boys, - who no doubt got one hell of a sexual thrill out of it tho' they claimed they were simply maintaining discipline and it was nothing personal.....you bet it wasn't. How many of them went off. We talked about working out, how she and mom met and all sorts of tidbits about Cassie. She even offered to create a workout plan for me that was intense and didn't require too much time.Mom had shown her pictures of Cassie that were at least a month older than I had. I had a slew of current ones on my phone. So, I handed it back to her and for the next five minutes, all we heard was oohs and awes. Mom beamed with pride as did I. I was liking Claudia more and more.When we arrived at the mall. "She smiled and squeezed his arm which brought it in contact with her breast.He asked if he could have her phone number so he could call her and maybe if she wanted they could do something like this again. She said she would give him the number but asked if he really would call her.He said, "Is the Pope Catholic?"She smiled and gave him her number.They walked back to the dorm and at the entrance she reached up and kissed Bob on the cheek and said, "Thanks, I had a really nice time."On the way. Angie struggled to see what the men were doing when she felt a horrible stabbing pain in her left nipple, then her right. Angie screamed through the hand that held her mouth and managed to pull her head down enough to see what they had done.“Oh my god” Angie screamed as she looked down and saw her breasts. They’d taken two huge commercial safety pins that were used to hold the large laundry bags closed and they had driven them through her nipples, all the way through. Not at the tip of her.